Too Much

April 18, 2017
By TheObscureWriter SILVER, Manchester, New Hampshire
TheObscureWriter SILVER, Manchester, New Hampshire
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The air seems so stale
Broken pieces lay with the rest of my shattered memory
It's funny
I don't even know why I'm sad
But when I look in myself I feel empty
Let's step back in time
Beat the clock in to bleeding submissions 
I remember freshman year
More friends that I can count on one hand and
Now I'm left with less fingers than the hands on the clock
As if each one is trying to escape from the imminent threat of this destructive body
You’re going nowhere
They said
You're too much to deal with psychological
You're too clingy and if you don't clean up your act you're going to die alone
And what more scary to a hopeless romantic than dying alone
Try being left alone
Try wanting to hurt yourself but not wanting to hurt them
Try losing all your friends in one day
Or realising that they no longer care
And that you’re going to live alone too

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