I'm an empath
I can see in the people,
the houses, and trees
they're all full of sorrow
it's hard to play catch and release
trying to remember not to swallow
even though it's rotting my teeth
I guess I'd rather not eat
than take-in the curls of disease
and while, it all washes over,
an impervious surface,
I never absorb it
and I never get clean
Free radicals tear out caves
that swell and heave
with manganese
I cried only for Oliver's gift,
and fictional characters
and I cried for my demise
with the help of some whiskey
but that's it, and
He doesn't even realize
the end is coming
and the fault will all be mine
because,
They gave me the power to feel
so I could know love
but it made me too weak to fight
so I put power down
and my strength, my vision, my responsibilities
I will just give it up
Let me starve, Let it Hurt, Let me burn
Let me absolve
Myself
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