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I'm a MessI'm a mess
In a dress
Who am I too impress?
Blood stains on the carpet
I faked my own death
Just to see how you would react
Eyes blood shot red
The look you dread
Blood drips down my nose
Did you care
Kicked me down harder
It pained me to know
You never once cared
All those times I cared for you
I wasn't faking it
You're a fucking joke
These tears are real
These cuts won't heal
Just fade into scars
Kill me with words
It's what I deserve..
Have You EverHave you ever loved someone who you couldn't have?
Were they older then you?
Did they happen to be married?
Have you ever got your heart broken by someone who just didn't love you like you thought.
Did they move away?
Did they say meaningless I Love Yous.
Have you ever even told them you loved them?
You did, but they never took it for serious.
You tried, but it never came out.
Have you ever just cried about it thinking you're pathetic for not getting over them?
You're not pathetic.
And you're not alone.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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