𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖁𝕴𝕴 || 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖘𝖞𝖈𝖍 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 ~ 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖙𝖜𝖔

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i spent a weekend in a hospital
and laying on an uncomfortable bed in the middle of the night
i had some time to truly contemplate
no one is who we truly think they are...

a girl who rakes her nails up and down her delicate skin until she bleeds
but she's sweeter than honey
and all she cares about is helping the misunderstood feel understood

a boy who cuts with a knife just above his chest
all that's left is white scars from the cutting marks
but deep down, that boy is a sweetheart and just doesn't feel right in his own body

a girl so anxious
she often gets headaches and throws up but neglects her own needs
but she's the most loving, sunshine like person you'll ever meet
she'll get you out of bed every morning and never leave

a boy who was hospitalized and wears bracelets to cover his scars,
but deep down he hides the most beautiful heart
and wants to see people just like himself get better

the girl with bipolar who punched walls and scratched herself up,
never knew that she was enough
and she never felt loved...
but she makes sure other people do

the girl with schizophrenia heard voices
and saw things that weren't truly there...
sometimes she felt as if she was losing her mind
but she gave the most heartwarming hugs
and wouldn't let go until you wanted her to

the girl who so desperately wanted to die
she tried to strangle herself every single night
thinking... it'd be fine if she lost her fight
but little did she know other's still needed her

we are not who you think we are...
we never have been
never will be.

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||searching|| ~ angel

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