// sensitive and emotional. It means a lot to me //
Why do I feel the need to act that part?
The part of a friend saying, suicide isn't the answer, when I'm alone sitting on the bathroom floor, struggling to breath as tears fall down my face, and blood drops to the floor.
Why do I feel the need to act that part?
The part of the girl smiling, laughing, the wild child; when in the inside I'm screaming out in agony at the itching scars trying to heal, thinking, has anyone noticed the bags under my eyes.
Why do I feel the need to act that part?
//sorry//
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Why Not
PoetryThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.
