Bits of my mind.

I’m so sick inside I wanna hurl it all out, but I’m afraid it would  turn me inside out.

When I’m in the shower I stand there and just imagine the steamy hot water melting the tired shell of me away.

I’ve spoken so much I do not even want to speak anymore. They are just words. No one hears them. They hear tone.

I wanna go back to when I was eight years old. Take control of myself. My mind. My body!

I scream loud every day because…I scream loud every day. I just want it to be quiet.


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