3:48 am

  1. All I can see is long sleeves, 
    lipstick stains and makeup masks
    hiding marked skin, chapped lips,
    tired eyes. Remember when we didn't
    want to go to bed? Now we're 
    wishing we didn't have to wake up. 
    Wishing we were dead. Tears drenching
    our pillows at 3:48 in the morning. 
    Tonight's 5 days clean, almost a week. 
    It's an extremely difficult challenge 
    to keep. We are silent, we hardly speak 
    above a whisper. Our voices hoarse, 
    we want, so desprately to be listened to. 
    Can you recall the moment when you 
    started hating yourself? 


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