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today, my wounds began bleeding again
they oozed out unspoken words,
nights of sleepless tears and
102 drafted texts that were never sent
the clots of pain and fears spilled out from
my emotional wound that i subconsciously scratched, blood running down my arm and onto the floor
but others can’t see heartache
i cover up tiredness with pills and fake smiles
i’ve been too good at hiding from myself
i have it down to an art and the invisible blood leaves myself like a river desperate for the sea
The pain is everlasting when stuck in a whirlpool of nothingness
I'm screaming your name out in this deafening silence
Push me shove me leave me
I don't deserve your help
Fading, falling, feeling smaller...
Death is calling me
Are you awake
or are you still dreaming?
Is whats real,
really worth the feeling?
Cause it feels the same
as it did yesterday.
I get up out of bed
but I'm still asleep in my own head.
Dreaming of a place
far away from here.
Do you pretend
this just can't be real?
I feel so sick,
maybe just hungover.
Another day has gone by
and I have yet to stay sober.
Cause its the same old bills
and the same old job
and the same old guilt trips
from my dad and my mom.
It's the same old thing
that never goes your way.
I wish I'd have had the nerve
not to stay

Because I've never had a place to call my home.
Never had no one to call my own.
And it's the same three words everyone is begging you to say.
You dont have to tell me anything, I'll still love you anyway.

— The End —