I don't remember when my life became a series of secrets on top of secrets
some people know lots
others know nothing
but even if I think a person knows all
it feels like there's more to tell
maybe its the hollow feeling inside
that can't be explained with words
maybe there's something else I've blocked from my memory
maybe it's just because I feel as if I will be alone forever and telling someone the truth doesn't make the
sadness
loneliness
emptiness
any less
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~