"Sell those drugs for a little cash, love.
Stack it in a pile,
so you can buy shiny blades
and ropes that your perfectly manicured fingers
will tie into nooses;
little girl, your mother always said
you were too boney.
You'll keep them on your nightstand,
waiting for a time when your pain
replaces your fears,
and demons whisper every step into your ears
until you master the way to pull your sleeves down
whenever someone walks by,
and memorize the words
"I'm fine"
with a smile that could light up the sky. and for a week
no one saw the pretty girl
with diamonds for eyes.
She was trapped between concrete walls
and monitors;
because she'd rather watch her own body
wilt and crumble in front of her
and see her ribs tighten so hard around
her lungs that she struggles
for every gasping breath
and ends up with tubes filtering her blood
but what she really needed
was a machine that would filter her mind
and exorcise the demons that reside
in the crevices of her chest
and darling, these tubes won't heal
the scars that hide behind your eyes."
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Poetry♡QUOTES & POEMS♡ If you know someone who's depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn't a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness...
