Two worlds (TW suicide)

(this poem isn't perfect but it means a lot to me)

My fingers

Intertwined betwixt two worlds

A variation, an abnormality, some will say

Or perhaps a tumor?

Two worlds, enveloping me and my surroundings

Two worlds so different, they could destroy each other

Two worlds that were never meant to meet

Yet they meet at either side of me

I would not call myself a hero

In fact, perhaps the opposite

But to again separate these two worlds, will benefit those I love

So I fasten

And the threads take form

And as I question my purpose as a cog on the machine of life

And as I remember the best moments I've had

I remember my friends

And they give me the courage to march onward

They might be sad to see me go, but perhaps I'm wrong, and we will unite once more.

So I step

I refuse to look back

And as the stagnant, ever colder air, creates a breeze through the tendrils of my hair,

I begin to change my mind

But with a hearty, cervical snap, balance is restored

And though I mightn’t return to my people

I have done the best I can

All I can do to spread the joy wasted on me, has been done.

So I swing dormant

With an everlasting smile

On my forever fading face

These worlds, once wrapped around my fingers, forever out of my reach, have become one.

One cruel place of dwelling, for those like me.

Yet a paradise for those like her.

Envy

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