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Tuesday, November 6, 2018 || Tuesday, November 06, 2018
green tea on her lips
trying forget all the bad feelings
just wanna lay down
just wanna cry it out
just wanna slit her thighs and forget it all
curled self into a ball
bed in a mess just like her mind
tissues all over,
when will this ever end?
hands against her chest
breathing in and out,
gasping for air
desperate for help
but to seek?
never.
as she laid down by herself
she felt it on the tips
dark red
with spots of fear
anxiety
despair and
loss
in the shadows
she knows she's not alone
she wanted the voices to go away
but all she ever hear was
'not good enough'
'everyone will leave you'
'no one will remember you'
replaying in her head
like a millennial pop song
she covers her eyes
with a stained gift
sighing out loud as she choked for a bit
wishing everything will be better,
prays that one day she'll,
love herself forever & after
begging god knows who,
that her overflowing thoughts
will one day,
shut down for good
but she knows,
no matter how much
she gets on her knees
how much she
begs and sobs
she'll never be better
because her heart will never
turn into a clearer color