i see your efforts to hide
that each night you wish to die
but bandages bleed through
and true smiles are so few
and those little white lines
are covered by little white lies.
you cry for each and every relapse
as you wait for storms to pass
and eat away at your body,
although it's perfect to me.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
