i'm confined as a prisoner in my own head.
Forced to listen to these reoccuring thoughts.
Repeating over and over that i'm worthless.
Reminding me of how much of a screw up i really am.
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I put the knife to my skin,
Pressing hard enough for the bleeding to begin.
I watch the blood splash to the floor,
While making sure noone comes in the door.
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I'm feeling so bruised and broken.
Like I'm capable of breaking into a million pieces.
There are too many things hiding under the smiles.
I'm alone fighting this internal war...AND I'M LOSING.
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Do unspoken words speak the loudest,
or do people just simply look it over?
Sitting alone, suffering in silence.
Sorrow - which is never spoken- is the heaviest load to bear.
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i'm t.i.r.e.d.
t.i.r.e.d. of being [f][a][t].
t.i.r.e.d. of being [s][t][u][p][i][d].
t.i.r.e.d. of being [u][g][l][y].
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I'm locked up in silence
&& looking for the key
to unlock all the secrets
so i can finally be set free.
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She uses her knife where no one can see,
But she only told this action to me.
She says it's the only way to get frustrations out.
&& her existance is what she's begining to doubt.
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Her body is like a road map.
Lines going in every direction.
Faded lines. New lines. Lots of lines.
Some deeper than others.
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I hate myself from the inside out.
If only I could be someone else.
My self-hatred gets the best of me.
and these scars will be here for someone to see.
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