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Sep 2018
I'm drowning
She told me not to trip.
But the wires of my mind are wrapping around my thighs
And whispers in my head are telling me lies.
And the tangles of my thoughts are tight against my socks
The wires are as thin as minty floss and they're cutting my skin
Over and over i try to hide my sins
Over and over im bleeding again
But i cant tell if its the wire thats cutting or my own hand
Oh how much i miss feeling boring and bland
Over and over this repeated message
All this noise making the fingers on my hand twitch
Making me grab this
Making me never miss
Only my heart feeds my target
Trying to save me
Trying to not let me slip
I'm just a paper person
Isn't that right?
Easily torn and easily ignited
Im buring and burning and i can't extinguish the fire
The ashes are falling
And everyone's watching
Just another person faking for attention
Not a special sight
Some even shout "End It."
Sometimes i silently say to myself
"I might"
*THE LAST LINE WAS MADE DUE TO THE FACT THAT IS SUCCESSFULLY CONCLUDED THE POEM. I AM NO INTERESTED IN COMMITING SUICIDE* as for the rest, I made it completly from my own thoughts while going through a break down, so this is what was running through my head.So thank you for reading it.
Written by
Nevaeh Lynn  18/F
(18/F)   
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