She fell to the ground so hard,
She's broken down in class.
The painkillers are no longer working,
Finds pleasure in a broken glass.
Her arms are painted with battle scars,
Of blood red, purple and white.
She kept away from the needle,
Oh did she try so hard to fight.
She stormed out of the classroom,
And slowly broke down in tears.
The lack of sleep made her body weak,
To scared to fight away her fears.
The grass cold beneath her cheek,
Compared nothing to the cold of her heart.
She threw her school book in frustration,
Slowly she's falling apart.
Sleep deprivation strangles her body,
Her head pounds from lack of speed.
Trying to stop the pain once more,
Her wrist slowly bleeds in need.
One more needle can stop her beating heart,
Pounding against her chest too fast.
One more needle can stop the pain inside,
Setting her soul free at last.
Author notes
This talks of at least four times that I've had a breakdown. Most recently was the one where it speaks of school. Year 12 = stress.
Self harm, Insomnia, Depression, Drug Addictions, Overdosing..
All topics included in this
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This is incredible. I love it! I can relate to that breakdown so well, and it's amazing. Great great job.
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wow, i've got so much to look forward to when I'm a senior. lol jk. This is great Caz, I love the way you perfectly described the breakdown. I have mini ones all the time, breaking shit and screaming until I cant breathe. Nice job
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