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“I learned how it felt to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats, and a soul that no longer feels”
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
“So tell me,
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
“And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
“A baby cannot hate the mother, without the mother first hating the baby.” As babies, we are innocent sponges, blank slates, with only the most basic needs present: to eat, shit, love, and be loved. But something goes wrong, depending on the circumstances into which we are born, and the house in which we grow up.”
― The Silent Patient
― The Silent Patient
“And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
I hope it whispers,
“Come now,
the fight is done,”
and takes my hand gently,
like an old friend
who understands
why I’m so tired.
I hope it says,
“You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you.”
I hope it promises,
“Here there is quiet.
Here you can rest.”
― The Final Pause: Is this the end?
“I learned how it felt to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats, and a soul that no longer feels”
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
― WHAT'S LEFT OF ME: Poems of a dead soul
“So tell me,
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
how long
will I continue
being dead
before I die?
Because this breathing
feels more like bleeding.”
― Hurt first
