United States
39° 53' 55.3308" N, 82° 45' 22.644" W

Have I ever wished

to dive into a ravine?

I would have said no.


I'm forced to say yes.

What were once my sweetest dreams

crash upon the rocks.


Drain the mania;

my thoughts plan to consume me

and all I stand for.


I fight to survive,

grapple through my weakness at

the end of the world.


It's going as planned;

forceful, like a sucker punch

or a kick to the head.


I bleed in colour

from kaleidoscope shards and

paint with my chaos.


I'm a shooting star

lost in living disorder.

Will someone catch me?

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