Dear Esther,
I swear,
They're stabbing me,
Deep inside,
Making me bleed
Why won't they just go away,
And let me be?
I don't want them to stay any longer,
Inside my whirling head,
Every single night and day
They're doing something to my brain;
I know it,
I feel it,
It's like I'm no loner sane
Help me,
Please,
I need you now
I'm about to fall off a cliff,
I'm about to drown
There are voices in my head,
That stir within,
Haunting me throughout days
Please, just shove them out;
I can't take it anymore,
Being so overweight
No one even dares to cast a glance at me,
Because my appearance is so appalling and terrifying
I'm dying,
At the edges of insanity,
No longer free...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
