i am a slave to him, to her

to the ones who once were

my friends…

or at least that’s how i used to call them

it’s not that i hate,

it’s that i love and in return

i am hated and not at all appreciated

i just want to burn

in flames as scarlet as the sky at dawn,

turn to ashes

and stay dead

i am no phoenix, i have no second chance

to a life full of things i hadn’t experienced


and yet i have been cursed with

miserable immortality


Author: Georgia

writing is my medicine

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