My friends know far less than they think they know.
I'm not good at lying - not at all.
"I was working" "I was at a driving lesson" "I was in the SU"
It isn't lying if I believe it.
I think it's the disassociation
That when the cuts that decorate my thighs split open and I find myself in the bathroom for hours trying to cover them up
I really do believe I am somewhere else
Somewhere where perhaps, I'm normal - surrounded by people who love me and we can laugh and laugh and laugh and cry together.
My friends, bless them are both a treasure and a curse.
A curse because they aren't really my friends
only friends of the persona I have constructed
they wouldn't like the real me
she is no fun to be around - more dead than alive
A treasure because they give me a reason to open my mouth each day
Give me a reason to think
When I would much much rather cease to exist
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
My friends know far less than they think they know.
I'm not good at lying - not at all.
"I was working" "I was at a driving lesson" "I was in the SU"
It isn't lying if I believe it.
I think it's the disassociation
That when the cuts that decorate my thighs split open and I find myself in the bathroom for hours trying to cover them up
I really do believe I am somewhere else
Somewhere where perhaps, I'm normal - surrounded by people who love me and we can laugh and laugh and laugh and cry together.
My friends, bless them are both a treasure and a curse.
A curse because they aren't really my friends
only friends of the persona I have constructed
they wouldn't like the real me
she is no fun to be around - more dead than alive
A treasure because they give me a reason to open my mouth each day
Give me a reason to think
When I would much much rather cease to exist
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