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I was lost

they found me between the sheets of an unmade bed, inside a bottle of pills, and beneath the blade of a knife

sometimes i wish i could go back

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 let's lay in a meadow and talk about all the things we don't like

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I'm the opposite of delicate
If you're mean i'll be meaner, and if you dare touch me in a harmful way i'll show you the meaning of the word brutal.

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 I think I write best when i'm sad or angry
yell at me more

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 I can't sneak out. The door to my bedroom's too loud and the window won't open. I'm too afraid of being killed anyway

I can't steal smokes from my mother. She quite last year. This one's for the best.

I can't get drunk. My father only drinks occasionally and when he does I don't want to be close enough to steal a bottle. This one too.

my fingers shake and i'm awake at 4:00 AM but neither of those are relevant.

I'm not a poem.

3:08 realizations

 

 
i'm going to cut off all my hair, and
not be afraid to order myself a coffee.
i'm going to go out at night alone and
try to enjoy the day together.
i'll love my horribly mismatched eyeliner and
i'm going to let things go.
i'll forgive the scars on my legs, made in the hotel room, and
i'm going to live my life.

(no subject)

 Don't be afraid to speak.
Your words are smoke, filling the room and
wrapping around everyone.

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Three months of binge drinking and
countless packs of cigarettes 
may not make me forget you

but at least i won't feel anything