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ONE EYE




ONE EYE

I look up and I see your one eye.

You've always been an enigma to me, only coming out in moments like this.

I admire you, you enchant me with your veiny turquoise eye.

Your antennas brings a smile to my face.

Never have I seen such beauty in such monstrosity.

The longer I stare, the deeper you pull me in.

I don't know if I should find you comforting or I should run from you, I can't seem to decide.

I see the words I'd never get to say in your one eye.

I see the regret.

I see the pain.

The water ripples around me. I exhale, closing my eyes.

You want me to stay but I don't. 

I want to go with you, because only you have cared to join me in my darkest moments.

You could even say I love you.

One eye.

But you don't love me, it would seem.

You don't want me.

I see that now.

I look at the razor just sitting there at the edge of the tub.

What if I didn't give you a choice?

I feel your wings entrapping me as they flap.

You were leaving, leaving me like the rest of them.

But then I hear you say a word before you disappear.


'Live.'

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So I hope you enjoyed it!! is 🤗❤️This also a piece about mental health. I'm sorry but there was supposed to be a picture, but I can't seem to be able to upload one for now. It shows how gory depression can be, but depression isn't pretty to begin with. I hope it spoke to you. Comment your thoughts below, how do you think we can curb depression?🤔

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