If this is depression, this is YOU.
If this is insanity, this is YOU.
If this is a complex onslaught of emotions, then this is my final day here on Earth.
I don't write. I create.
If this is depression, this is YOU.
If this is insanity, this is YOU.
If this is a complex onslaught of emotions, then this is my final day here on Earth.
I cry real tears.
You drain me and I try.
You act and I believe the show.
You manipulate and like a newborn lamb, I listen.
I’m done.
Off.
Like cows milk rotting away in an office fridge.
Like stale bread that begins to foam.
Like my line that you keep calling.
To love you before.

‪What does that look like online?‬
‪Mute.‬
‪Block.‬
‪Unfollow.‬
‪Follow with a promise then unfollow.‬
‪A silent DM.‬
‪A plethora of likes for you to notice?‬
‪@ followed by a beg ‘please, follow me!’‬
‪#SincerlyYoursStan ‬
‪PS: I get you!‬

Dress up, because dressing down is impossible for you.
Pose for the cam.
Post on the gram.
Hashtag I am and credit yourself as a somebody.
Surrounded by opportunity, I do not envy you.
Influence me bitch and live your life as a star.

I have no friends.
Only faint memories of interactions I once had with some.

I want you to picture me overeating and gaining weight rapidly.
I want you to imagine I Smell like bullshit and I don’t try to mask it with pleasantries.
Dream about my life, a life of wasted potential. I am wallowing in a bottomless pit of sadness.
I want you to wish hard that I’m crying and my heart pines for yours.
I want you to believe your actions were inconsequential, but spot on.
The lies we tell to paint pretty pictures.

Up! Two, three, four – Where the fuck is your girlfriend?
Why do your tears clog my drains?
What happened this time?
Where did you say you were again? Ah! Yes, you were floating away on cloud 9.
Bitch better get off my back.
Release my fucking hope! Stop clinging onto to me like the worthless piece of fucking shit you are.
One! Two, three four – Where the fuck is your lifeline?
Fall off my fucking boat! – Stop shouting for help and crying for the Captain.
Up! Two, three, four – Unique is not here no more.
Five, six, seven, eight – Unique is strong, and Crow is great.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – Crow made me happy, and I no longer dwell.

Happy Birthday to you.
I don’t give a fuck day, fuck you!
Happy ‘why are you still here?’ day, dear History!
Happy Birthday to you.

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Unique wanted to become a Scientist.
A Singer.
A Chef.
A Cashier.
A Lawyer.
A Teacher.
A Manager.
A Coach.
A Fashion Designer.
A Vet.
A Shop Keeper.
A writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
I said a Writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.

I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.

From Under the Rock
Intuitively, I’ve thought about people who I no longer associate with. They’ve crossed my mind lately, as I was the one that cut them off and walked away.
This decision ranges across a variety of different events/scenarios; however, the reason remains the same, ‘I’m responsible for my happiness.’
Please note: I hold no remorse over the above, for I am happier and more relaxed. *Yes, I closed friendships where I believed at the time; it was one that will remain forever. I’m sure it’s common for many of us to think of those that no longer exist within our lives. I know factually that I’m not the only one. Some of the objects that were strong connections to those people, I’ve discarded; I don’t like to keep negative energy sources around me.
Why? You may ask. Or you may assume I’m a selfish person? Either way, your opinion on my choices bare no attention from me. However, I will construct a form of an answer?
People who are overly negative, inherently toxic, stagnant or outright duplicitous, I remove myself from their lives. – I don’t have the energy to be mystified with negativity on the continuous rotating ring of hell.
I wish Rona aka COVID-19 would fuck right off, but I must point out the insight they have given to me. I hear from those who genuinely care for me in this weird time.
Those that don’t care, I won’t ever hear from, but neither will you.
The cockroaches and cretin from under the rocks are coming out in full force. ‘Hey Unique, long time no see! How are you? You crossed my mind today.’
It’s beautiful how our minds work, we are all the same, yet we are all intricately different. Only, we are linked in ways we are still learning.
Questions form as I ignore the calls.
Delete the messages.
Spam the e-mails.
‘Do you miss me, really?’
‘Is this the social version of the last supper?’
In this life, I keep repeating the above actions.
In that alternate universe, I pour lava over the rocks that rumble and Crow sings a sweet song.
Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
That day was then.
You opened her up.
She’s gone now.
Gone, but forever remembered by you.
Gone because of you.
Stop asking about her.
She’s gone.
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