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*possibly triggering in Self Harm and Suicide*
I zip up my mouth because I can't begin to describe how much pain I am in
Words fail me every time
I zip up my eyes because my eyes overflow with tears and I do not want anyone to call me names for expressing the pain I'm in
Tears fail me every time
I zip up my hands, behind my back, unable to hold a pen now
Because I do not deserve to have a place to write how I feel
I failed myself every time
I zip up my sweatshirt because my skin holds secrets and because when I shut out my mouth from speaking and my eyes from shedding tears, and my hand from writing with ink,
My skin takes over, a voice of its own
Demanding release
Crying
Hot bloody tears
Spilling
down my arm
Too tired to lay in bed and rest
Hoping
something goes terribly wrong and I die
Living
on edge
Edging
inch by inch away from life*
I really like how you wrote this. I especially like the part where you mentioned zipping up your mouth because words fail you. I can definitely feel the emotion here! You do deserve to have a safe place to write. <3
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
I really think that people who posts here need a word of comfort and encouragement too!
I really liked how you write it, and I am so sorry that you are feeling this way. Hope that this can help you feeling better!
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Open up your mouth again!
Tell the world how you feel!
Someone there is listening to you as you speak
And they will always be there to help you.
Open up your eyes again!
See the world with hope again!
Someone there is looking at you, did you notice it?
They want to wipe of your tears and make you happy again!
Lift up your hands again!
Stand up and work for your life again!
As you are writing down your life story as you work.
Know that hardwork will never fail you!
Uncover your skin again!
They are not hidden secrets.
Each of them is a story, they are evidence of preservance.
For not giving up life as you are still here!
Don't cry.
Wipe them off.
Get out from the bed,
And look into the mirror.
Hope for a better day.
It will be a bright day again!
You can live with happiness.
And life will get closer to you!
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Susan you are amazing. Don't give up and stay happy!
Do my best at everything I can to live a happy, perfect life.
Happy life won't come by being happy everyday. Struggle and always work hard.
Forgive other's imperfection, they will work hard about it once I point it out to them, just like what I should be doing.
On the other hand, never tolerate with my own mediocrity. Never slack and always strive improvement.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive