Break Me Of My Habits Poem by Sierra Celeste Cearns
Break Me Of My Habits
'No matter how much I resist,
Just pretend you can't hear.
Photoshop the red off my wrists,
Buy me a two way mirror.
Wipe the coke from my nose,
Hand me that soda instead.
And if I should oppose,
Remind me of the scars that once bled.
Now Instead of grabbing my wrist,
And reaching for a knife,
I think upon all the stars I have wished,
And how you saved my life.'
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