Please

Please, leave me here
Alone, without comfort
I do not manage, to say
why I am like I am
so sad
I wrap my words into thoughts
and hide them behind
the veils of subconsiousness
Maybe I give too much away
When I say my soul is bleeding
I didn’t mean to swallow that last pill
Touch the sharpest knife
Play with the warmest fire
Drink this last glass
I dunno why
But my streaming tears are no longer warm
Please, do not care
Even though you feel like
you have to do something
I wish to be here
alone
I want to drift away
into the fog
Let me
Please
Let me

1996 © Ingvild Gregersen

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