this is where you belong.
alone in a too warm dark room
covered in a rotting pestilence that tugs on your fingertips.
you belong in the quarantine
in the statistic that goes unnoticed.
does it not surprise you
that no one has reached out with an antidote?
are you somehow still surprised
when you are forgotten?
this is where you belong.
out of people's lives out of the way of being hurt.
you were never meant for this kind of thing
so why do you keep trying to swim up river?
weren't you always better
at giving up?
every step you take is fire
and every grip you have is like holding onto a blade.
your throat has swollen and you can't even cry
without it tearing itself open.
you won't look in the mirror because your face finally
shows what's inside:
a mangled misshapen
atrocity.
this is where you belong.
covered in a burning sensation where the only
comfort is that it will scab over.
you can still watch the world move without you.
you can see everyone who said they cared
float away from you.
and all you can do
is outstretch a cracked arm
and remember what it was like when you were cured.
faggulicious Community Member 
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