In the darkest place I go
I open my eyes to nothing
It can’t get worse than this
There’s no place lower than this
Then you pulled me inside
Where we bleed all the time
I pray but it won’t stop the dying
Now tell me why people meet.
And promise forever
Happiness exists in chains
Before they cut them away again
Then you pulled me inside
Where we bleed all the time
I pray but it won’t stop the dying–
It’s written this way.
It’s written this way.
(The last poem I wrote on Tumblr, 2017)
