The Black Birds
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walnuts_bear
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depression poem thing i wrote at 12 in the morning please don't judge me

The Black Birds

i have so many birds inside me

millions of ravens and crows

clawing away at my skin and bones

laughing at my pain

they poison me

itching to be freed from my heavy grasp

calling me things i don't want to believe

every cut feathers fall in droplets of blood

every tear, every cry, they flutter

they're the reason i suffer

my ribs ache

my head hurts

my body burns

the birds pick at my fragile bones

when i die and start turning blue

they'll finally breakthrough

and fly away

never to be seen

disappeared like a shadow in light

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