Oh, I see.
This is what rock bottom feels like.Locking myself in the last stall in the bathroom,
crying my heart out and
leaning against the wall
as if stepping away
would mean collapsing
and never getting up.The florescent lights
are so much brighter
when all you want
is to be in the dark.A part of me makes me
stare at them, wide eyed,
hoping that if I went blind,
I wouldn't have to see your sympathetic smile the next time we pass in the hallways.Somebody tell me that it gets better.
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There Is No Place I Cannot Reach You [COMPLETE]
PoetryHealing Won't Hide The Scars So Why Bother? ~a collection of poems~