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Erin Nicole Apr 2017
I hate being called strong.

I'm not "strong" okay?

If I was so "strong", I would have
never cut myself.

I would have never skipped meals
because someone said I was fat.

I would never started this
stupid self destruction cycle.

So, no, I'm not strong. I'm far from it
actually.

Try using different words; maybe
They'll actually mean something.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
I think I hit the point in life where,
I'm just done.

I cried,
I fought,
I tried,

But everything is crashing down.

My demons are screaming louder,
Trying to eat away the rest of me.

And this time,
I'm not going to fight back.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
The worst type of crying is the silent one. The one when everyone is asleep. The one where you feel it in your throat, and your eyes become blurry from the tears. The one where you just want to scream. The one where you have to hold your breath and grab your stomach to keep quiet. The one where you cant breath anymore. The one when you realize the person that meant the most to you, is gone.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
The ****** up
part of it all
is that even though
she can hear
her own heart breaking
she's still willing
to love
the same one
who broke it.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
You have those moments where you think you're over it and then you have others where you cry on the bathroom floor wondering why you weren't good enough.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
Yet,
She is still in love with him.
And the thing that makes her,
Cry at night,
Is the fact that,
She couldn't help falling
For him.
And if she could,
She would forget about him.
But she knows,
That isn't possible.
Erin Nicole Apr 2017
And when they ask you about me and you find yourself thinking back on all of our memories, I hope you ache in regret as the truth hits you like a bullet and you find yourself replying "she loved me more than anyone else in the entire world and I destroyed her."
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