Stay dead

I love that no one’s here to give narcan

Or give me mouth to mouth 

You can’t regret reviving me 

If I’m the only one around 

I hope I turn the best of blues 

And they find me on the ground 

I pray it’s after I’m already cold 

And no one to witness the sounds 

Because the sounds mean they came to soon

Please don’t let them bring me back 

I’m finally where I feel safe 

And I always leave to fast

Maybe you can forget me now

 you won’t feel you need me anymore 

even though you didn’t keep me suffering because you thought I was a w**** 

I wonder was the love ever real

and what all this was for

 he used to make me love myself

 but I always loved you more

 I never really had a chance 

I’m worse now than before 

I’m in a war with myself 

 and the needleis my sword 

I just want is over soon

 I want my life to end 

 you can tell the story however you choose

just please let me stay dead 

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.

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