You watched me leave the front door, with that look in my eyes. Yet you stood rooted to the ground doing absolutely nothing, couldn't you tell? Wasn't that look evident enough that it was a cry for help. I waltzed into the store and stole all of these boxes of Panadol, thinking you didn't care. I remember it all too well. You didn't care. Just between us, I remember it all too well.
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An Abomination
PoetryReal life diary entities of a crazed bpd teenage girl, going through the tough works of life. Hope my writing can let people know that at they're not alone.
