Take me to the doctors make him weigh me.
Tell him all the ways I'm not measuring up. Tell him the weight I gained isn't actually weight but the weight of the world on my shoulders. Tell him that you put that weight on me as a child. Explain to him how the pain in my stomach isn't real it's just the resentment I have for you. Tell him how I struggle to swallow but then makes sure you tell him about all the times you made me swallow my words. I'll show him how my reflexes have gotten better. He'll put his stethoscope on my heart with ever beat he'll hear it break more. He'll then move it to my back he'll ask me to take a deep breathe in and out he'll hear my voice crack. He'll hear that I need to scream.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
