It isn't always about
The deadly pills
The sucide notes
The sharp objects
The 'always thinking about death'
The self harm
The long sleeves
The excuses not to eat
The black clothes
It's sometimes when you're just emotionally numb
And so empty
And lost inside your own mind
The empty gazes
The slipping grades
The late nights
The voices inside your head
that stop you from eating
The tears that don't come
The exercising until you collapse
The feeling of not knowing
why you are who you are.
YOU ARE READING
poems from a lonely girl
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