They say I'm weak
For being like this
And
I know they're right
Because if I was strong
I would've added more scarlet
To my tears
And
If I was strong
I would've swallowed
The white capsule
With a gulp of bleach
But I'm not strong
I'm so, so, weak.
Weak. Tired.
Sick.
Sick of being weak.
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry
