I promised
I promised it would stop
the razors would be tossed in the trash
food would slide down my throat
three times a day
I would be seen
outside my house
I would spend time with friends
I would do my work
and I tried
I tried
but the promise is broken
once it gets dark
and I have nothing to distract me
from the pain, the emptiness
anymore
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From Inside The Cracks
PoetryShe was hurting. Hurting so much she began breaking, cracks forming across her body. She was going to shatter. **Possibly triggering content**
