if you were not light, i would continue to open and close the door. - rumi

18.3.08

i might of been five

when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never been happier.
a new life for a new life,
one without alcoholic dreams
and panacea kisses.
one without violent outbursts of
disinherited feelings.
one without stomped hearts
or sylvia plath.
when i was five, i killed myself.
and i've never seen happiness.

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