Unthought Thought #1

Truth drives me into an utter state of disability
because I don't know to respond.
I take a knife and dig into to my hollow veins,
or so I thought.
I bleed,
shards of me fall through the crack in my hollow.
So I smile,
as I kill those words you left for me to hear.
And now you see through me,
all your lies that I'm trying to let go.
You see though me,
all the pain that I'd been channeling on my own.
You don't affect me;
something a frail as this is now is as built as it's bound.
and even though I'm happy,
I know that I am dying.
My sweet suicide.

by Jessica Jeanfelix

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