as we fall

another poem from an (angsty?) teenager

words cut into my skin,

knives burying themselves to the

hilts,

blood dripping down the

drain from the scars that i've

cut open again. i hope

to maybe find some

relief

freedom;

liberation

from this endless cyclone, a whirlpool

of pain that draws me in until i am

swallowed, but the food quickly

surfaces

again. i can't keep anything down

with your words

echoing in my head... i know that

fat

is beautiful and maybe i'm skinny, but so

what?

maybe i do have a problem, but you never

listen to my music with my headphones cranked up all

the way

so i don't have to hear my demons

screaming;

i prefer heavy metal, to be honest.

i'd rather feel someone else's heartbreak than my own

because at least i know that theirs is

scripted, and not

faking it? you really think i would

stoop so

low?

how, exactly, do you

view me?

you fail to realize

that i am

not attention seeking, i am not

a whiny brat, i am not

just an angsty teenager—

my pain is just as real as

yours

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AGH i'm sorry i've been so inactive- i'm working on a huge writing project which i might put on here once it's done, i'm still deciding.