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Kaiden May 29
(again, if this gets taken down it's fine)

So.. Idk if this can be called a rant, im kinda just explaining some stuff. School is really too much rn, im failing literally everything. Then there's some personal stuff, but that's not important cuz that's just mental health stuff. I tried to stay for longer, but i genuinely can't anymore. Because of this, i will be taking a break for a while. I'm fine, really, i just need some time to think about stuff. I know no one cares, but idk it just felt rude to leave without an explanation. Anyway, I'll come back as soon as i can, I'm sorry.
Again, i know no one cares but whatever
Kaiden May 29
In a box, in the last drawer,
A blade lies.
Feeding off the quiet cries,
Not quitting, even though it tries.

Having an idiot to please,
Because SOMEONE is upset,
Cutting off the bad emotions,
Hatred, longing and regret.
So like... This one feels extremely unfinished BUT I WAS LIKE 12/13 WHEN I WROTE THIS... and i guess it's the pov of the blade once you use it
Kaiden May 29
A minute, a day
Takes another life away.
Showing the truth
Through obvious lies,
A poem is written,
The writer dies.
Im the writer btw

(another draft, this time from december)
Kaiden May 29
Because one day it'll leave too
I wish i could just simply hate someone, at least i would have a distraction from everything
Kaiden May 29
"I want to forget"
Stupid words said by a stupid child,
That deep down wanted to remember.

Now that I'm forgetting,
I try to put it into words,
So one day, when i forget,
They'll remember.
Let's be honest here, there's no "they". No one cares, no matter how much they pretend they do. This one is a draft from a month ago
Kaiden May 29
Did i really lose my innocence,
If i never had it?
For context, i was SA'd as a kid but i was really young and i dont remember anything from before that. The one who did it was my "loving father".
Kaiden May 29
Do me a favor,
And pick up the gun,
Killing what used to be your son,
That's now a memory instead.

Do me a favor,
And pick up the knife,
Killing what used to be a life,
(be happy, he could take it on his own)

Do me a favor,
And give me the pills,
Every single one that kills
The mistake you made
When you were 21,
The 14 years old accident,
You wanted gone.
Finishing some draftsssss
I actually wrote this in a mental hospital lol
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