"Say what you want about me
But you can't tell me that it wouldn't bother you too
The feeling of constantly having weights on your wrists and ankles
And feeling like no matter what you do and how hard you try no one will ever love you the way you love them
You can't tell me that crying in the shower no one will hear you over the pounding water
And staying up late just because you're scared of your own dreams doesn't make you want to squirm in your own skin
You cannot tell me that having a stain on your soul that won't wash away
And a hole in your heart that can't be filled with anything from this would wouldn't make you feel empty
And lastly, you cannot tell me the way I handle my problems is wrong
Because what do you know about pain? It obviously doesn't phase you
And you cannot tell me that I'm not allowed to feel something wether it's on my skin, or in my heart
Because this is how I make sure I'm still alive."
-r.b
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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...
