I hide under a cold
Exterior of
Lies and hate.
Every word I've said
Has been carefully
Thought out.
Every cloth
That I wear has
Been carefully picked
Out.
Every poem I write
Has been thought
About a million times,
Just hasn't been written
Down yet.
Every rainy day
Drowns me a little
More.
Every scar on my
Body has been carefully
Counted and doubled.
Every sip of alcohol
Drags me more into
Self hate.
Every side glance
At dusty mirrors
Has made my eyes
A little less bright.
Every scratch mark
Is picked at constantly.
Every inhale kills me
A little more.
All my smiles
Are white lies,
That can't be told
Because they are too big to
Force up my throat.
I take a sip of
Whiskey and swallow
All my secrets once more.
M.R
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