deep scars//

13 : I

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It's 3 am in the morning.

I should really be sleeping.

But I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling.

I probably need to stop overthinking.

Looking at my paper like skin.

These past few days I could've sworn it was always bleeding.

I've made arts on my wrist.

I'm not sure, but this could be a sin.

I am so tired of pretending.

Sometimes, I just want to say "I'm not okay."

But I've been feeling so down lately.

It's like I've got no energy.

They are always screaming.

I am in my dark room, on the floor sitting.

Crying silently,

I told myself this is just anxiety.

Darkness consumes me.

The monsters won't leave, don't you see?

I don't want this to continue.

Maybe tonight, I'd be in the clouds watching over you.