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secrets...

I woke up in a dark empty room.
I don't really know how to feel about that.
As the clock ticked, the music never stopped, so did my tears.
My whole body ached for the pain twisting my heart.
It never really ends unless you're dead , i thought .
Until then, I'll hide my secrets in my own skin, deeper and deeper every time, hoping that one secret would go deep enough to cut my breath.
It's never a Deathwish, it's more of a scream for help.
I can't stop.
I won't stop.
It's satisfactory.
Digging deeper, desperately hoping to find answers.
Why am i like this ?
Im making my way to the bathroom . I can barely see through my tears.
My secrets are buried everywhere , but at what cost .
My thoughts are blurry and unorganised.
Look at yourself in the mirror, they whispered.
I don't want to, i won't like what i might see.
Secrets.
Secrets everywhere.
I want to hide from me.
Back to the room.
My headache is driving me crazy , it's loud in here.
My tears are dry.
I'm only left with the memories that came with it, that happened to be secrets as well.
We keep our secrets, we cherish our memories.
Into my skin u go, then.
What will i do when my skin can no longer carry you, secrets ?
Where should i bury you, when my skin is overloaded and ready to burst ?
What have i become?
This place is too dark, too empty.
i can't get out.
I can't bring myself to stop this massacre.
I can barely breathe.
My headache is killing me.
My mind is collapsing.
My skin ... it hurts.
Why am i like this?
Hide it, they whispered.
That's what i do best.