mother told me

I'm just garbage dumped
by the roadside, I'm just the
picture on the wall they never notice,
I'm just how it's become, I'm
just the broken
glass of fused light bulbs, I'm just the girl
stabbed and forgotten, I'm just the debris of
explosion, I'm just the one who's
walked out on life, I'm just the one
who's lost her life,
I'm just the one who was born too easy, I'm just the accidental
suicides, I'm just a prayer ignored,
I'm just frozen memories
broken, I'm just a moth that loves
the lights, that blind
that kill.

There are still comforting days when
I think of dying
like sunset skies.

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