Helpless nights
Selfish days
Slowly dying
2am crying
Morning stings
And plastic smiles
He's fine on the outside
But he will only drown...
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Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
