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I sit here crying. Vomiting. Smoking. Dying. I have no reason For my sadness For my anger. But I am crippled by it. I cough The taste of poison Trailing on my lips Like paint on a window. I'm not afraid to die. Not anymore You changed that for me. Thank you. Thank you for breaking me. Crushing the final pieces of my heart. The funniest **** part. Is that you broke me by not speaking. So I sit unknowing Shaking Hallucinating Relapsing The blood pours The smoke swirls The pills fall And I'm in the center of it all "Are you okay?" A kind woman asks me Truly concerned. And I startled myself with my reply. I looked up at her smiling. It looks like I'm baring my teeth. My eyes not quite able to focus Tears smearing my makeup. I reach towards her touching her To see if she is real, she is. And I laugh. Throwing my head back. Screaming, crying and laughing. No I'm not okay. I'm not sane. I'm not going to survive this. But that's okay. We are all born to die. And die we shall. But I'm dying laughing.
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Laughing
I sit here crying. Vomiting. Smoking. Dying. I have no reason For my sadness For my anger. But I am crippled by it. I cough The taste of poison Trailing on my lips Like paint on a window. I'm not afraid to die. Not anymore You changed that for me. Thank you. Thank you for breaking me. Crushing the final pieces of my heart. The funniest **** part. Is that you broke me by not speaking. So I sit unknowing Shaking Hallucinating Relapsing The blood pours The smoke swirls The pills fall And I'm in the center of it all "Are you okay?" A kind woman asks me Truly concerned. And I startled myself with my reply. I looked up at her smiling. It looks like I'm baring my teeth. My eyes not quite able to focus Tears smearing my makeup. I reach towards her touching her To see if she is real, she is. And I laugh. Throwing my head back. Screaming, crying and laughing. No I'm not okay. I'm not sane. I'm not going to survive this. But that's okay. We are all born to die. And die we shall. But I'm dying laughing.
samantha-lee
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Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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