She sits in class tapping her pencil
She cancels out every noise
she lets her mind race
thinking of those lowest times,
and her heart feels cold.
"why can't I be better?"
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a girl who cant control
sits in her room
thinking of everything little thing that seemed off
her mind jumping around every little core memory.
"was it my fault?"
a girl who cant control
forces to blame herself
for somethings that aren't even related to her,
she cuts until her wrists are red
and she thinks,
"I deserve this."
a girl who cant control
with anger build up
crying and screaming
crashing and breaking.
throwing things and shaking.
then falls to her bedroom floor,
"Why am I like this?"
a girl who cant control
she itches and scratches
To be better, to feel better
to try her hardest
But she ends up in the same place
red wrists and a cold heart,
letting her mind race.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts That Chew
Poetryyou can't be perfect no one can Even if they look perfect Everyone has their own story.
