Jereldene Calvert

They took my heart
They took my hand
They took me to
The promised land
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Bleeding gently
Screaming soft
No more breathing
Feeling lost
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I hate how you laugh when I cry.
I hate how you watch me bleed.
I hate how you cheat, then lie about it even when you know I know.
I hate how you give yourself scars 'just so we match'.
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Depression isn't something I like to talk about.
It always makes me feel small.

Depression can control me, for that I must be weak.
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The world is dark
For we are dark
The night is long
For we are weak
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People stare because I laugh
When there's nothing to laugh about
I know that if I didn't laugh
The tears would all spill out.
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I tried to be 'badass'
it didn't work
I tried to be good
it made my head hurt
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Come take my hand
I'll take you down
I'll take you round on
My merry-go-round
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They won't understand.
I feed myself on wishful thinking and willpower.
Crawling, reaching towards the most delicate of flowers.

Hunger comes and goes, but here to stay;
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Skin tight jeans over thighs that never touch
Skin tight tops over ribs that jut
Skin tight, stretched over bones ill-fed
But we are not quite skin-tight enough yet.
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