I wasn't alive
just barely breathing
not knowing
If I'd live to see the sun again
and I was ok with that...
Tired eyes, not bothering to fake a smile
Scarred arms I'm not bothering to hide
Tears dripping, not bothering to be wiped away
I'm exhausted and sad
Sometimes I want to end it all
When I'm alone I try everything to occupy my ever screaming mind
in fear that my thoughts will run rampant
wreaking havoc on my fragile mind
I feel so alone, and I'm fucking sick of it.
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A Flower in the Wind
Poetry+++++This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.+++++ TRIGGER WARNING FOR THE THEMES COVERED IN THIS PIECE: SELF HARM, PARENTAL AND INTIMATE PARTNER ABUSE (DOMESTIC ABUSE)...
