Okay? Okay. by Braylee Beard

Apr 2014

Dear Happiness,

Arise
in her eyes.
Stop her sighs,
the cuts on her thighs.
Make her realize
that the highs
won't stop her cries
or hide her lies.
And if she dies...

I'll miss her.

#love #cutting #sad #hope #selfharm #letter

Written by

Braylee Beard Chester, SC, USA

(Chester, SC, USA)

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