{"sf1_id":179356,"sf2_id":"JewYWaXn","title":"A Poem","author":"Ankalis","words":171,"posted_at":"2010-09-19T01:39:00.000Z","tags":["Pain","Poetry","mourning"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/179356-a-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewYWaXn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9a/9a/9a9a5f5d-5837-4c0f-a82b-8e24b8841dd2","description":"","content":"Would you kill me if I asked it?  \nDo you love me that much?  \nI made a call to Jesus,  \nHe wouldn't do it.  \nAnd I heard his love was eternal.  \nWhat is it to live when you breathe  \nThe poisonous thoughts of heart and mind  \nLike air from a paper bag.  \nDarkness and paranoia  \nA nebulous clustering in my head.  \nI try so hard  \nNot to let it show.  \nPlease, just cut me a little  \nSo that I might bleed this irrational  \nSense of guilt out of me.  \nTo watch your best friend die,  \nAnd while in your own hands.  \nI've been strong.  \nFor two days now, I have been strong.  \nA brave face can go for miles,  \nBut now my sole wears thin now.  \nThe tears are falling now, oh,  \nit is the flood gate now opened.  \nI scream  \nAnd I scream  \nAnd I fucking scream.  \nThat sickly pink injection,  \nThe plunger falling  \nFalling  \nFalling,  \nUntil that needle hits zero.  \nAnd again, I die a little more inside.  \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}