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Staring at the walls in the darkness, hyperventilating I didn’t know how to catch my breath I wasn’t sure if I was going to drown in my tears It all caught up to me to finally explode Those painful memories I couldn’t let go I lost a lot and gained a lot Lost people and gained people Was used by many and helped by a few And physical pain never bothered me anymore than emotional pain I became bruised on my body, but scarred inside my mind I became talkative to people, but screaming inside myself I became tired of listening to my heart, but exhausted inside my soul I had to adjust to a new schedule Each hour it was time for a different mood Each minute it was time for a different thought Each second it was time to cry I became trapped in my body but didn’t want to yell for help The pain of was so bad that I became addicted to being physically & mentally abused from my mind It was a routine that I wanted to keep And I was trained to love the new me I was always failing & struggling; Fighting & losing Hurting & bleeding Stitched up & healing Scarred & markings Alive & eternally dying
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
Dangerously New
Staring at the walls in the darkness, hyperventilating I didn’t know how to catch my breath I wasn’t sure if I was going to drown in my tears It all caught up to me to finally explode Those painful memories I couldn’t let go I lost a lot and gained a lot Lost people and gained people Was used by many and helped by a few And physical pain never bothered me anymore than emotional pain I became bruised on my body, but scarred inside my mind I became talkative to people, but screaming inside myself I became tired of listening to my heart, but exhausted inside my soul I had to adjust to a new schedule Each hour it was time for a different mood Each minute it was time for a different thought Each second it was time to cry I became trapped in my body but didn’t want to yell for help The pain of was so bad that I became addicted to being physically & mentally abused from my mind It was a routine that I wanted to keep And I was trained to love the new me I was always failing & struggling; Fighting & losing Hurting & bleeding Stitched up & healing Scarred & markings Alive & eternally dying
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caterina_
34/F/Bolton
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
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