the doors

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nail polish is chipped

the smile is starting to flake

the pieces of a broken heart turn to dust

your head starts to hurt

your eyes water

your throat starts to close

secrets are kept from you

people lied to you

the doors are closing

a million thoughts run through your head

your room is cold

no one trusts you

you just lost your best friend

no one can help you anymore

old problems return

old memories come back

your health starts to drop

your vision is getting blurry

old injuries are made new

cant eat or sleep

you know you need help

medications wear off

a simple touch feels like ice

youre empty and alone

lost and forgotten

unloved and hurt

the doors are almost closed

one more pill

one more cut

one more thought

and one last scream

the doors close

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