Hurting
My heart hurts. And so do my wrists.
I keep punching walls with nothing but my fists.
My best friend hates me and my boyfriend doesn't exist.
Everything I do wrong plays back to me in lists.
My head is throbbing and my tummy is tuning.
Those bottles of pills kill but I guess I'm learning.
My hips are bleeding.
My whole body is screaming. Pleading to stop the scars from leaving.
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