"everything's okay,"
I say to myself.
when my life is full of people,
people who give me love,
attention,
everything's okay.
I feel full,
hopeful.
I never let myself feel the pain that slithers like a snake and wraps itself around my heart.
the minute I'm alone,
I feel the tendrils of darkness begin to enclose around me.
suffocating me
leaving me with nothing
not even a shred of light
and sometimes,
just sometimes,
it's enough to want to make me disappear forever
even though there's not much of me left
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
"everything's okay,"
I say to myself.
when my life is full of people,
people who give me love,
attention,
everything's okay.
I feel full,
hopeful.
I never let myself feel the pain that slithers like a snake and wraps itself around my heart.
the minute I'm alone,
I feel the tendrils of darkness begin to enclose around me.
suffocating me
leaving me with nothing
not even a shred of light
and sometimes,
just sometimes,
it's enough to want to make me disappear forever
even though there's not much of me left
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