trauma drama.

we went over the wall

and fell too far

hurling ourselves into

tomorrow

the jagged

ground below

sharp and slick

gave us nothing

but blood

we kissed poison lips

and turned green

with regret

thinking it would kill us

hoping it would be

sooner

than later

deafened by the ringing

in our ears

from the things

they are saying

blinded by the glare

of their envy

if they want our scars

they can have them

captured and tortured

no one will read

your death note

chased down and slaughtered

no one will hear mine

somehow

we lived

somehow

we survived

but we'll never be the same

thank goodness

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