i am full of anxiety and daydreams.
i am built from bad poetry and depression pills.
i am a puddle of liquid fire.
i am
my own worst enemy.
i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.
i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet.
i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
i am full of anxiety and daydreams.
i am built from bad poetry and depression pills.
i am a puddle of liquid fire.
i am
my own worst enemy.
i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.
i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet.
i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that.
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