Blood shot eyes and tearfilled lies of how, “I’m fine” because it seems no one even cares that I have wounds and scars that won’t just heal overnight. No one seems to notice that my mind is drowning in an ocean, an ocean with waves of self-hatred and never good enough. It doesn’t seem to matter that my heart is being torn apart by the very demons inside me that once told me I was beautiful. My mind seems not to even try and fight anymore, just sinking down to its fate in dark thoughts and over thinking. I’m being overwhelmed by what’s being said to me, just inside my head, the world on the other hand wants me to simply "get over it.”
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A Slice of Life
PoetryThese poems {except the ones I wrote for others} help me get throughout my day and have actually saved me from cutting a few times between these and a couple of my friends encouragement i refrain myself from do exactly that. Anyway enough about me...
