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Apr 2019
Screaming
with your sound turned all the way down.
Standing
in an inch of water when you drown.
Sleeping
upright during the middle of the day.
Looking
at the sun and only seeing grey.
Hearing
scary voices that are definitely not yours.
Pretending
you can vaporize to get through locked doors.
Picking
off the mites that are crawling beneath your skin.
Bleeding
to feel alive, when you stick yourself with pins.
Wrestling
with the demons that hide under your bed.
Choking
on the rhetoric that fills your empty head.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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   MJL
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