HOLE

wither and die
don’t let your feet feel the sky
stay low and don’t die
let the enemy come to you
keep your cool
they cant see the emptiness inside of you,
the pain that she brings

shut up
don’t tell, they don’t need to know how they hurt you

keep quiet
don’t talk about the sins you’ve committed
You’re a heathen
Don’t talk about it, they wont like you after that.

Hold on tight
don’t laugh you might believe it.

Hold on tight
its slowing down
Go down
don’t care
sleep tight.
Hold on tight
We’re going slow; don’t think it might hurt.
Don’t hurt yourself, it’s ok
they don’t need to know about you crying.
It’s ok you got me.
That’s it
we’re at the bottom, no need to get up.

It’s dark.
We’re safe.
Your alone.
It’s alright you don’t need to know about the light.
Hold you chains tight.
Your alright.

poem © by Lin M.L.


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