darkness

they don't get it
they don't realize they're poisoning you with their words
they don't see that you've got a
delicate glass case around you
threatening to break at any moment
and when it does
they don't hear the crash
they don't smell the blood
or the fear
or the anger that boils inside of you
until you can't take it anymire
and you scream and you cry
and you pull out your hair
and then all of a sudden
everything
stops
the calm washes over you
as the blood pours from your wrist
or your thigh
or your hips
and the words "I'm fine" trickle from your lips
again
and again
and again

 

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