I'm quite,
'cause I don't know how to tell you what I need to say.
I don't know how to tell you that I wan to die every day.
Inside I am hallow,
like a chocolate rabbit.
So sweet on the outside,
but the smallest bite will cause me to crumble into pieces.
You don't realize it but those cuts are my silent screams.
Stop eating me!
Your killing me!
My screams are mute and even if they weren't,
they would fall in deaf ears.
No one hears.
No one wants to hear me,
'cause it's impossible to glue a melted rabbit back together.
It is also impossible for me to be put back together.
Not even all the Kings men could do it.
I'm too broken and I fear I always will be.
No one hears my silent screams.
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The struggle
PoesiaThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
