She wants to wake up and tell you the truth
She knows secrets can make you ill
But the truth has become what we wish life to be
She cuts her arms to see how red her blood is
She had been told she bleeds just like the others
But she had to know what was real
She wanted to scream her truth
But no one was around to hear her
She taped her mouth shut
But was chafed by the silence
Her stomach burned beneath the truth rubbles
She was buried in the heated mud
She needed to crawl out from under
Claw her way to the wishing well
And maybe find her truths
Not that the world was waiting
For now the future was empty
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
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*Love..:)
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If Only Live could be Purchased
‘America’ would Be Great Again
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Haha. Would be interesting concept
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Winks it
Appears
To be a
Rather Failed
Orange Concept..:)
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So beautiful Mimi, have a nice weekend!!!
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Thank you. Have a great week ahead!
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