At Your Disposal

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You see the problem was the razor's looked like more of a safe haven than your open arms --
and I can still remember when they were closed.
Unwilling to accept that the more the sun kissed my skin --
the more freckles revealed on my face.
Can you read between the lines there?
Can you save me from myself?
I look out of windows around my world and I'm greeted with loneliness each time.
What if everyone else's name tag told their honest self?
Announced fears -- addictions.
Not nicknames given in place of flaws.
The point is if you lock me up the kind of door you use doesn't matter.
So leave it open --
or just pretend to push it closed.
My battle isn't against you.
My attack won't reflect on your exterior --
but while you're checking to make sure your complexion hasn't been compromised --
can you check to see mine hasn't gone pale?


Just a reminder, the sun does come out tomorrow and it is a new day. Make it what you want it to be and know that you are not alone. Reach out to people when you are feeling down and know that you are incredible and have a place in this world. You will find it. You will survive the emotions. Take care of yourself! 

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