Do you ever feel genuinely happy during the day, and fall apart at night?
Do you ever feel like if you did one thing differently, everything would be better?
Do you ever look in the mirror and cry?
Do you ever wish to make more scars, even though you hate the ones you have?
Do you ever try to drown out your sorrows with angry music?
Do you ever want to be alone, but at the same time, want to be with someone?
Do you ever wonder if it's getting better, or if you're getting used to it?
Do you ever use makeup to conceal scars, not bags under your eyes?
Do you ever feel so alone, yet too surrounded at the same time?
Do you ever want to scream at the top of your lungs, and not whisper for once?
Do you ever want to escape this hell more than anything in the world?
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The Darkness Is Swallowing Me
PoetryA collection of my poems that I wrote about depression, self harm, suicide, and life.
