let me unravel myself
when i'm alone in the bathroom
at one in the morning
let me rot from the inside out
slowly and peacefully
let me take control of my body
allow me to make my
own bad decisions
let me feel the calm spread through
from the throat to the
bottom of my stomach
let me close my eyes and forget
how miserable i am for
just five seconds
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The Skin On Our Bones
Poetry"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.
