All I see around me is a happy family but I am not.
All those scars and bruises make me want to mask,
they make me want to run and hide.
All those thoughts in my head saying
"I am worth nothing, nothing at all."
I resist all the things that come afterwards,
The wounds, the scars, and the pills.
Everyone tells me that I must have a reason to be this way
A reason to bleed
A reason to want to die
By pills, pills and more pills.
These reasons to live
These reasons to die
I have to choose my way to go
to fight or to die.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
All I see around me is a happy family but I am not.
All those scars and bruises make me want to mask,
they make me want to run and hide.
All those thoughts in my head saying
"I am worth nothing, nothing at all."
I resist all the things that come afterwards,
The wounds, the scars, and the pills.
Everyone tells me that I must have a reason to be this way
A reason to bleed
A reason to want to die
By pills, pills and more pills.
These reasons to live
These reasons to die
I have to choose my way to go
to fight or to die.
Hey i dont actually feel like this right now but i did a this point and time. Risks and benifits seem to be equal for living or not. so yeah thanks for reading!!!
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18/Gender Fluid/Nowhere but everywhere
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
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