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emma Sep 2013
The release of blood,
the relief in my brain.
emma Aug 2013
I don't understand what you mean to me.
Is it friendship?
Is it lust?
You're gone now and I still don't understand.
Was it friendship?
Was it lust?
emma Aug 2013
You
I shouldn't have just relapsed over
You.
I shouldn't be on the brink of suicide because of
You.
*trigger waning*
emma Aug 2013
There are hundreds of reasons the oceans could dry up.
But what about the oceans in your eyes?
The ones that would fill every night over
him
and
self pity.
What happens when they dry up?
All of my oceans are gone.
I am a dried up sea of no emotion.
emma Aug 2013
I have to keep reminding myself that relapse is a part of recovery.
But what's recovery even worth when all you think about is
slicing your wrists
and
bleeding out your problems.
*trigger warning*
emma Aug 2013
A bottle of *****.
That's all it takes to let out bottled feelings.
emma Aug 2013
My eyes are droopy
My tongue is swollen
My throat is burning
My heart hurts
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