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A poem about a girl going through the motions of wanting peace, |
Last Night.... Scarlett Blacck data-p-id=445bbad275ed269a6404b65e379cd63c,Last night I fell asleep crying. My body shook violently in silence. I wanted the pain to end. I wanted the nightmares to stop. I wanted to be at peace. But somehow that felt like unrealistic yearning data-p-id=1e8267d3c565021f3e59b1e9c8297bd7,Last night I almost did it. The bottle of colorful pills laid there seductively. They whispered to me persuasively I swear they told me to drink them. I wanted to drink them. I think I almost drank them. data-p-id=d4c167a4bc0aaa97c64e043c5265a1c4,Last night he saw my scars, They were pretty scars, They reminded me not to drown, He didn't say anything, He ignored them, I made more pretty scares. Fresh ones ,because when he pretended like he didn't notice them again I almost drowned How could he not see the pain that was suffocating me. data-p-id=e9536c429f467345cdc9ad78cc43a88e,Last night the doctor came to see me, She was nice, But she didn't care She didn't understand, It was ok, No one understood, So I ignored her, She gave up, They all did, data-p-id=ec50893003789bc8028142a512efb56a,This morning I struggled to get up, I was drowning, The voices in my head were too loud, The doctor left me a blank book, She said it will help if I wrote down what I felt I nodded She left it by my bed I stared at the book. data-p-id=a7315a21a8efa93a6d6ef60f327dd088,When the voices started again, When the drowning suffocated me, I grabbed a pen and wrote, I wrote till it got quiet. data-p-id=05ced8152228e4f9a3460f1ed36ca7a3,The voice isn't too loud anymore, I sometimes drown, But I'm learning how to swim, I stop seeing him, He didn't care, I forgave him. data-p-id=fe7ecff9d06378b7c38522affd4bc372,I still cry... I still look at the pretty pills, But unlike last night, I don't reach out for them, I don't shake as bad. data-p-id=ed7457c1691dd8d50d98bd8d0d3b678b,Maybe tonight won't be like last night Maybe one night I will be fully okay. |