How Ironic

It’s such an odd irony For me to be legally responsible For lives of strangers When I can barely keep my own heart beating The irony that I fill hospitals With heart broken patients Whose self-hate has come to life Leaving trails of loathing etched into their skin When I fight daily To keep those thoughts at bay And my smile so perfectly practiced Few could even fathom I would ever want to…. Stop -ARI

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