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I am growing faster than the grass that covers our front lawn and somehow I only need more affection. I am often in tears after 4 pm. I stay in my room wishing for things. You might throw a question my way, do not be offended when I stumble down the dark hallway. Do not be alarmed when I wear the same shirt for 3 days and do not tell me I am beautiful. Listen to me when I tell you I am not in the right body. My whole life no one has believed me. I only wanted to be perceived as worthless for three years, I don’t know how you overcome that. I don’t know how I’m still alive. A lot of times I see myself as invincible. How I wish I was not. I get tired when the sun comes up, and when it goes down. I will die in less than ten years, so all that I have strived for will be for nothing. I will die in nine years and one month. I know why my caged soul sings. I’ve been digging my grave since birth. I was born backwards, racing towards something over the horizon. I cry in the morning. I hold myself a lot. Some days I wake up blind. Some days I want to carve my poetry into my veins. I wish I was never born and I wish you died in a fire. I wish you never moved here from Chicago. At 14 I cracked the veil and I went crazy. I think there’s something wrong with me. I think there’s something WRONG WITH ME. I told you my secret and you called me insane. I wish you drowned in a bathtub as a child I wish you had ugly eyes I wish you got hit by a car I wish I shot you in the head I wish I shot you dead I’m a sick girl My head is coughing My heart has a virus the doctors have no cure for They stand over me with medicine That I already know will not help me I think there are worms in my intestines I think my skin is rotting My blood is turning to sewage Do I smell yet? I think I belong in a hospital
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sick Girl Gone Crazy
I am growing faster than the grass that covers our front lawn and somehow I only need more affection. I am often in tears after 4 pm. I stay in my room wishing for things. You might throw a question my way, do not be offended when I stumble down the dark hallway. Do not be alarmed when I wear the same shirt for 3 days and do not tell me I am beautiful. Listen to me when I tell you I am not in the right body. My whole life no one has believed me. I only wanted to be perceived as worthless for three years, I don’t know how you overcome that. I don’t know how I’m still alive. A lot of times I see myself as invincible. How I wish I was not. I get tired when the sun comes up, and when it goes down. I will die in less than ten years, so all that I have strived for will be for nothing. I will die in nine years and one month. I know why my caged soul sings. I’ve been digging my grave since birth. I was born backwards, racing towards something over the horizon. I cry in the morning. I hold myself a lot. Some days I wake up blind. Some days I want to carve my poetry into my veins. I wish I was never born and I wish you died in a fire. I wish you never moved here from Chicago. At 14 I cracked the veil and I went crazy. I think there’s something wrong with me. I think there’s something WRONG WITH ME. I told you my secret and you called me insane. I wish you drowned in a bathtub as a child I wish you had ugly eyes I wish you got hit by a car I wish I shot you in the head I wish I shot you dead I’m a sick girl My head is coughing My heart has a virus the doctors have no cure for They stand over me with medicine That I already know will not help me I think there are worms in my intestines I think my skin is rotting My blood is turning to sewage Do I smell yet? I think I belong in a hospital
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
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