Ash.
You
You
I am so exhausted.
I broke a promise
broke a promise not to break
broke a promise to myself
not to cry over broken you.
You only had half a brain
Half of the world in your hands
isn’t that ironic? Half
only. why’d you break the rest?
Less than that.
More than half
A little bit more
than
your heart
you had more of it
in your heart
to begin with
Tar
can it go
through a can
can it
into your heart?
shoot.
Don’t.
Please no.
Don’t shoot.
You’re trying
dying
I did too.
Drowning
You should’a got out
Before it went black.
Black.
the patches
the holes
in your half.
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