My Thoughts
Thoughts pierce through her like a knife.
Why do you do this to yourself?
She can’t even function, all these thoughts racing.
Just breathe.
Her eyes are damaged and red with pain.
People always tell me I look pretty after I cry.
She steps outside for some air, and feels her frozen tears blister on her face.
Keep hold of yourself; Don’t lose control.
She drowns the world out and the music in.
No. Not that song.
She turns off the lights and curls up into a ball.
Don’t rock yourself off the bed.
She forgets what it feels like and falls asleep.
No, go away. Don’t follow me here too.
Why do you do this to yourself?
She can’t even function, all these thoughts racing.
Just breathe.
Her eyes are damaged and red with pain.
People always tell me I look pretty after I cry.
She steps outside for some air, and feels her frozen tears blister on her face.
Keep hold of yourself; Don’t lose control.
She drowns the world out and the music in.
No. Not that song.
She turns off the lights and curls up into a ball.
Don’t rock yourself off the bed.
She forgets what it feels like and falls asleep.
No, go away. Don’t follow me here too.