we say we're okay
but behind the scenes
we're drinking our feelings
and scarring our bodies
you can't see our pain
the sorrow we feel
thoughts of suicide
painful urges and dangerous actions
truth means nothing
lies mean less
words are filtered
thoughts are honest
drinking is an antidote
drugs are a distraction
but at the end of the day
we're all fucked up here
a/n: three cheers for (sweet revenge) the 50th poem! yayyyyy (: ily all
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YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poesiai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
