I sit in my room quietly thinking.
It scares me at the thought of who I am and what I've become.
I went from a happy little child with potentials to a sad trashy punk teenager who cuts, starves and has panic attacks.
It really does scare me sometimes to think about what I Am.
A lost reckless goner.
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Poetry from a damaged soul
ПоэзияMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
