***I'm not fine
I'm not okay
sick of everyone
assuming that I am
assuming that this blinding pain
doesn't bother me
like this giant hole
doesn't consume me.
Like the gun in my hand
doesn't scare me
Because honestly?
in this moment
in this
second
I don't even know
who I
am***
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
***I'm not fine
I'm not okay
sick of everyone
assuming that I am
assuming that this blinding pain
doesn't bother me
like this giant hole
doesn't consume me.
Like the gun in my hand
doesn't scare me
Because honestly?
in this moment
in this
second
I don't even know
who I
am***
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