well,

well,

A Poem by Moebia
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well,

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At times I wonder if I deserve this life I have been given
the medicines surely say that I do
at this point, I'm not sure what's living
or surviving, even if it's the only thing I do
because I have held on to the thinnest thread
for nearly a year
and even though people say it gets better
I want more than nothing to just disappear
the pain you gave me went a way
for a while.
alas, it comes back for a day
and I peel my scabs and refresh myself
of what pain feels like
at the sight of your face
and what it means
to want to die 

© 2015 Moebia


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Yikes. Makes me sad, and a little annoyed at why someone would be so hurtful. Thanks for sharing this poem!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Moebia

8 Years Ago

Thanks so much for the review. c:

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Moebia
Moebia

Somebody's Nosy, TX



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I am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..

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