I am moved to shreds
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MARY TIMONY IS A GODDESS ANYWAYS
I am undergoing severe depression laced with passive malice against life and it feels like I won’t recover from it. Terrible but in a way good as it stands. With this background, my first (and perhaps last) piece of poetry came to pass and to the fore. It reads suicidal as I feel. Oh, I hate living in Korea very much.
Depression is a hole within
Behind the eyes,
Shaping me with dumb fingers
Ready to leak into the world in a sad attire
The eyes wet,
It dies when it lives
Depression is pure and deep like a sea
I sink every moment with inaction
How far down I will never know until discontinuation
I am a word that carries a void
Unspoken yet written in the chasm
I am nothingness trapped in a skin,
A beauty maligned by the passion of people
I long for a form lazily
How long until I am the matter?
For the world to touch,
For I to feel
The wind blows softly,
I see myself scattered, cindered
I am embarrassed that it took such a long time for me to learn Woods are this good.
Hello, here is an excellent learner, if late sometimes.
A new cine-musical effort from the one and only The Courtneys. It’s what we have come to expect from the infallible Canadian punk-pop triad: youth-affirming (or in my case, youth-squeezing) awesomeness. What more do I need to say?