The therapy and rubber bands didn't work
Questions I couldn't and wouldn't answer
The therapist gave up
Told me to find someone else
Snapping rubber bands
They always broke from overuse
The bullying got worse -
The insults, the pain
I ended up with streak-covered cheeks
Pools of tears on desks and floors
Wanting to be done
I tried to swallow the pills
Again
I couldn't do it
Again
I cried
Again
It didn't work
Again
I cut myself
Again
Covered in blood
Again
I want this to be done
I want to save myself
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Saving Myself (Book 2 of the Dawn Chronicles) ➽ COMPLETE
PoetrySynopsis by @NeverTrustAnAuthor ____________ The pills didn't work. The rubberbands were useless. Those songs she wrote did nothing for the pain. After therapy session after therapy session, Dawn was ready to give up. On life. On love. On everything...
