Faking smiles, blade-slicing on hips
Food sitting on the plate, uneaten, untouched
Flushing the toilet, lying on the cold floor
Facing all the mirrors away, can't face the pain
Baggy hoodies and baggy pants
Hiding every body part, shrinking shoulders in
Blasting music to cover up the sounds
Hoping and praying, one last time, that it'll all calm down
Lights becoming too bright
People getting way too loud
Laughter is a foreign sound
Pain is all that is known now
Shaking and trying to stand up straight
Sleep is such a hard task to acheive
Silence is the only thing that comes out
Slipping into depression, waiting for the snap
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Author:
Hannah Brown (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I truly feel your pain as well I hope you can break free from its grip as well … and shine like you are supposed too
Now you have said it! lol.
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