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I look in the mirror
And see a thousand scars
Even the most faded of them
Seem so angry,
A physical reminder
Of the pain that plagues
My mind.
Every time,
I want to make it count.
Every time,
I say I’ll remember.
Some of them I do,
But most just fade into obscurity.
It becomes a baseless excuse,
A justification,
To spill open every time
My heart hurts,
Every time the voices in my head
Tell me I am not good enough,
Not smart enough,
Not pretty enough,
To deserve love or kindness.
How much blood have I lost,
How many tears have I shed,
Thinking I am nothing?
I really love this and definitely get the feeling. The end is my favorite part.
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
This was lovely and I liked how you wrote it Sending you.
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