I started writing songs
Rather than snapping rubber bands
Sad songs
Long songs
Hoping to express what happens to me
They make me feel better
I don't cry
Not anymore
I've run out of tears
I rely on the cuts and scars
To keep me going
To want to be better
But the songs
Full of tears unshed
Pain and longing
To be cared for
No one would listen to them
But I write them anyway
I don't cut anymore
I don't try to swallow the pills
I made a friend
I'm not alone anymore
It all started with Eve
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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...
