It's a poem of how it feels to be in deep sadness and how life feels to force you to end it. Here, it tells you not to end your life and keep going, along with the silliest reasons you gotta get. You just need to keep moving foward. Donot kill yourself.

Of deaths and life.

It's a series of me describing how I wrote letters, to impossible friendships, to potential homes, to lovers, to past traumas, and drenched my heart out a lot of times.. but never received one back: and maybe that's okay. I want to write and speak about people, speak about them raw but there are people who'd done so wrong to me, that it seems like I shouldn't give them a chance to be alive in any of my art, "but darlin' you made a poet cry, you made an artist bleed, so expect yourself to be shown, striped naked by her eyes. "

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Of deaths and life.

Of deaths and life.