At 4A.M I'm up thinking about your lies
Staring up at the dark stary skies
Wiping the tears
From my eyes...
Thinking of the worst of my fears
Shaking thinking of you near
Feeling a tug and ache in my heart
Knowing I'm broken and torn apart...
Looking down at my scars
Tearing up thinking of the reasons behind it
Looking in the mirror staring at my reflection
Starving for perfection...
Wanting to be skinny and fit
Waking up feeling numb
Wondering what I've become...
Breaking inside...
Wanting to hide...
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Short Stories and Poems
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