idk anymore
Get me out of here.
Somewhere far away.
Away from this house full of painted on smiles.
Get me the fuck out.
And I get it,
you see this perfect,
happy family.
But have you looked into our eyes?
Have you stepped past the door frame and into this roller coaster of disfunction.
Trust me,
I get that you don't see the empty glass bottles carefully placed in each corner of the house,
as if it is our million dollar house decor.
The million dollar house decor that my parents tend to throw in the heat of the moment.
You don't see the razors I hide of so perfectly on my bathroom counter.
You don't see me blacked out at three in the morning,
laying in a bathtub with an empty pill bottle in my hand,
blood leaking from my thighs.
You don't even seem to notice the tears falling down my face in the back of class.
You don't see how close I am to ending it all.
~maddie
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Colorful Silence
PoesiaStories of a quiet girl, with a loud mind. All of these pieces are mine so please give me credit if you decide to quote part of it. These stories mean a lot to me and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them! This d...
