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i killed myself and buried him (poem)

i killed myself and buried him.

i spit on his memory and took his life into my hands. i hold the wet clay, ready to mold it into what i want. a second chance. an after life fit for a queen.

im wasting my time. the wheel just spins and spins. i need to do something. maybe a 3rd go around. i punch the clay and start over from the beginning. from the *very* beginning.

i killed myself and buried her. i picked her body clean of all i want to keep. i will do this until i am happy, or i will die with enough blood on my hands to drown those that are keeping me from being happy.

i killed myself and buried her. i stole her clothes. they seemed like they would look nice.

i killed myself and buried it. im getting closer. i know i will have blood on my hands again. i know i will have to keep killing. but ill do anything to be happy. every step is one step closer.

i killed myself and buried her. this time, i took her anger. an anger that has been building in me for 19 fucking years. an anger that has never seen the light of day. an anger i have hidden. i will wear that anger along with my clothes. i will wear that anger along with the blood.

i killed myself and buried her. this time i took her laugh. my friends mean everything to me. i would do anything for them. i love them. i cant leave that behind, or its all for nothing.

i killed myself and buried her, and ill do it again. and i will make it eventually. someday, ill be allowed to just. live.