Every time I told the therapist
"I'm fine."
I was lying.
Every time she asked
"Have you contemplated suicide
In the past seven days?"
My reply was always the same,
"No, I don't think that way."I hadn't just contemplated it,
I'd attempted it.Fell into the habit of cutting away the pain.
Of smiling through the tears.
Of poppin' a pill to ease my fears.
So no, Ms. Therapist.
I'm not fine.
But guess where I draw the line.
Where my hated parents get involved.
I will close my mouth, zip my lips, not say a word.
Even if it kills me.
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Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...