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I thought I could erase myself

A poem about staying

By Felix McCannPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
I thought I could erase myself
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When things were really dark

I'd spend whole days

imagining how I could

erase every trace of myself

All of the notebooks that needed to be burned,

shames loaded into garbage bags,

sent to landfills

Any trace of what I didn't want others to see

taken with me to the grave

erased

wiped away

So when I decided to take my own life

my loved ones would be left with a perfect memory

There would be nothing to tarnish their perfect illusion

Now I want to leave a mess

I don't want to hold the power

of deciding how I die

I hold the power of deciding how I live

I wont allow my shame to erase me

I concern myself with living

and not with the mess I'll inevitably leave behind

I wont be here for that part

I am here now

I can be here now

Mental HealthStream of Consciousnesssad poetry

About the Creator

Felix McCann

I am a trans, disabled artist and writer. My art focuses on expressing myself and questioning what we've been taught is normal.

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    Written by Felix McCann