(Warning this is about my mental heath triggers)
Trigger warning......
I am not okay....
Trigger loaded voices in my mind........
Trigger loaded tears that make her scream.....
Trigger... trigger... trigger...
I see a bottle of pills trigger!
I see a bridge trigger!
People stare at me trigger!
I'm left alone to long trigger!
The room is to quiet trigger!
I always end up looking down a loaded gun
This boy looks back at me
He looks nothing like me
Maybe if I didn't look anything like me may be they wouldn't be able to find me
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Love
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Pain
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lies
And knives
And guys
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My friends tells me they'll protect me
Trigger.....
But they can't see what I see
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So how can they protect me when they can't see the monster screaming in my head.....
Trigger!
Trigger loaded
sounds
And sights
Trigger warning I'm not okay...
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
