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If I think you're ignoring me, I will scream at
you. I will yell and I will
tear you apart, and then I
will scream some more, until my throat is
hoarse
and burning, as though
there's a fire setting up residence
there,
and words will not force
their way through even if
I want them
to, because my body
has, on its own, rejected that
foul,
acidic bile.
It's not because I'm
selfish (really) or
because I'm the spoiled
child
that the world
cannot say the word "no"
to because it never
learned how.
I will not be ignored.
I will not stand by and
fade into the bleached corners
of the wall
and the black-and-white valleys
of my mind.
I will not be
ignored
because I am terrified of
losing
myself.
I am afraid that, when
you forget I am there,
I will cease to exist
forever, and there
will be an empty space
with my name forever
engraved upon it
in some tongue the world
forgot how to speak
or never
learned at all.
When you forget who I am,
who's to say that I won't
follow suit?
When the world no longer recalls
one, sad daughter it gave
birth to, why should anyone
else remember me?
So I will scream until my lungs explode,
and then I will fill them up with oxygen
and scream again
and again
and again
until you know who I am.
If a tree falls in a forest
and there is no one
there to hear it,
did it ever really exist?
you. I will yell and I will
tear you apart, and then I
will scream some more, until my throat is
hoarse
and burning, as though
there's a fire setting up residence
there,
and words will not force
their way through even if
I want them
to, because my body
has, on its own, rejected that
foul,
acidic bile.
It's not because I'm
selfish (really) or
because I'm the spoiled
child
that the world
cannot say the word "no"
to because it never
learned how.
I will not be ignored.
I will not stand by and
fade into the bleached corners
of the wall
and the black-and-white valleys
of my mind.
I will not be
ignored
because I am terrified of
losing
myself.
I am afraid that, when
you forget I am there,
I will cease to exist
forever, and there
will be an empty space
with my name forever
engraved upon it
in some tongue the world
forgot how to speak
or never
learned at all.
When you forget who I am,
who's to say that I won't
follow suit?
When the world no longer recalls
one, sad daughter it gave
birth to, why should anyone
else remember me?
So I will scream until my lungs explode,
and then I will fill them up with oxygen
and scream again
and again
and again
until you know who I am.
If a tree falls in a forest
and there is no one
there to hear it,
did it ever really exist?
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och jag lollade åt min hals är hest :D
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