Confessions of Her
some days i just want to die
but no one really knows this...
because i keep it all inside
and hope no one will notice...
that the small cuts on my legs
that look so innocent to them...
are really just me holding back
because any longer,
deeper
would make me have to explain...
that im no longer in the fight
that everyone is in...
the fight to find good in my life
is a fight i will not win...
that every tip of this bottle
makes me feel okay...
it numbs my mind just enough
to make it through the day...
that whenever i hit that pipe,
that bong,
that joint
i feel some comfort no one can give...
i see that smoke fly away
drifting off with the wind...
that every touch of their hands
on my body makes me feel...
that i am loved and beautiful,
even though that love isnt real...
some days i just want to die
but no one really knows this...
because i keep it all inside
and hope no one will notice...
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