"I'm sorry if I can't eat enough
Because everything I eat taste bland
and telling me how skinny I am isn't going to help the emptiness eating my soul
I can smell food, but it all smells like sadness
I'm sorry if I talk soft
all my sentences sound stupid to me
and telling me that it's all in my head isn't going to help the panic attacks I get standing in public
I can speak, but all my words sound the same
I'm sorry if I get sad
everything seems to be crumbling lately
and telling me everything will be ok isn't going to fix the suicidal in me
yes I can still smile, but it feels so wrong to lie to everyone
and if someone tells me
one more time
that I'm wrong
I will s c r e a m
until I run out of breath
because I'm not gunna waste it on explaining my mind to you when you won't listen."
-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...
