"It's 2 a.m
And I'm wrapped up under my Christmas blanket,
Letting it soak up my tears, accidentally staining it with my sadness
Voices bounce off the walls in my head, making me go crazy
Now it's 3:30
And I'm imagining my death
Should I go by pills or by blade?
Both leave me lying on my bedroom floor, hoping it might be better this way
Well what do you know?
It's 4:15 and I'm thinking of you and what would happen if I left without saying goodbye
My heart starts to hurt more and more
And my face crumbles into a broken mask
But in the end, it's 5 a.m
And I'm still not asleep
Instead, I'm loosing my head over things I can't control
Words I can't speak
And people I can't love."
-r.b
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Um so yeeeaaaaaa
-Your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
