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Your words… They may seem minimal Just something you blurted out Something you didn’t think about But they’re killing me Being myself is hard enough Without your words Contorting my figure into a pile of rubble I struggle to keep smiling And lately, every slight grin is an imposter Tricking it’s new victims into thinking I’m okay You will be the death of me And you don’t even know it Every hateful comment is Shurikens thrown through my heart The blood on my arms may be fresh Yet you still find new ways to injure me Cutting into my skin until you see bone Fracturing all of my bones until I am nothing Too bad you didn’t realize I already feel like nothing
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Nothing
Your words… They may seem minimal Just something you blurted out Something you didn’t think about But they’re killing me Being myself is hard enough Without your words Contorting my figure into a pile of rubble I struggle to keep smiling And lately, every slight grin is an imposter Tricking it’s new victims into thinking I’m okay You will be the death of me And you don’t even know it Every hateful comment is Shurikens thrown through my heart The blood on my arms may be fresh Yet you still find new ways to injure me Cutting into my skin until you see bone Fracturing all of my bones until I am nothing Too bad you didn’t realize I already feel like nothing
Wrote this at work, so sorry it's so sloppy
#sad#nothing
em-a
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Non-binary
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
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