she cried inside of herself.
feeling invisible...Just there
so quite, and ugly within.
what is there to love but a body
an empty shell that can't feel you
not even when your touching me.
The person I want to be
is the opposite...
the perfect contrast
and it sickens me
I want to change
for myself I want to be better
I want something to be proud of
bringing myself shame after shame
I hate this self mutilation
Emotions play gladiator.
The only winner is the pain
The only thing I feel nowadays
and even that begins to fade.....
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Why can't I just bask in happiness?
Damn rotten thoughts...dissipate
as you were meant to.
my minds too...rambunctious to stay at one..
wonder if I'll get some sleep tonight..
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