i'm trying to see the light, i am.
but everything seems so dull, so devastating
such destruction.
i'm trying to see the reason why
i should stay
another day.
i'm trying to see the light, i am
i'm believing the lie
that i'm okay,
a smile on my face
and tiny waist
food doesn't have a taste
so i can't eat
i am depressed.
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PILLOW
Poetrywhen my head hit the PILLOW, i dreamt of words and painted them with letters, hoping to release. hoping to find peace.
