MURDA MURDA.

skin is paper.

one too many excuses.
one too many lies.
one too many promises.
i refuse to swallow my pride, i've done that one too many times.

i feel like the titanic.
breaking in half & slowly sinking.

my heart is racing.

i am sick of boys who live with their parents.
& boys i need to repeat things to.
& boys who don't say please and thank you.
& boys who say one thing but do another.
boys, i am very tired of you.

i don't have a good day, if i don't wake & bake.

i rarely feel like eating anymore.
i'd rather inhale carbon monoxide.
this still stands true.

i need to be sewn shut.

you said you hate my suffering
& you understood
& you'd take care of me.
you would always be there
well where are you now?

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breathe.