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My head is buried in the sand
As I drown on dry land
The windows are coated in frost
And I am truly lost
Everything is aching
My heart is breaking
I'm suffocating
I'm crying for help
Because i can't save myself
Help me please

I'm dying
I'm crying
But i have to keep smiling
It's getting on my nerves
I'm just so hurt
But this scar is not the first

I have to keep up this mask
It's a difficult task
I see no light, everything is dark
Everyone feels like an enemy
I'm drowning in jealousy
Please Help Me
.............

I can see nothing
Everything is hurting
I don't even know me
Can't find me
Come get me
PLEASE,
...

Help Me
I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

I hide my behavior
to keep you safe.

I keep quiet
not to offend you.

I agree with you
to keep you happy.

I walk on eggshells
for you and
it’s never enough.

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

but when the truth
arrives at that
final moment;

jaws will drop
plates will shatter
dogs will growl

and
you’ll be long gone
after seeing what
a ghastly beast
I am

but for now

I lie
and
I lie
and
I lie

to keep us
together.
Hey there, sweet stranger

I see the way you hide

Bottling everything up inside

I read your words over and over

Knowing you're just on the verge

Of finally breaking apart

So let me protect your heart

I see you, sweet stranger

And all your works of art

I feel your pain deep inside

You never need to hide

Not from me
the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do
i cut and i cut and i cut and i cut and yet
Still, it is there. One
post-it-note in permanent marker,
a diary entry written in pen.
Woman, it says.
Woman.
a lot of trans guys self harm on their chest, so i thought i'd write about it
This man is dying on his bed
Empty bottle in his hand
Suffocating from the drugs
And liquor he took
He falls as he struggles to stand
He's laboured so hard
But all his earnings —
Down the drain
Did the blood storm his brain?
Does he feel himself going insane?
Has the coke left his veins?
As he slams back down to the floor
He makes no other movements
And no other sounds
Now when someone enters
They'll know he died a clown
Trigger Warning: This poem feature triggering topics (suicide,  drug abuse, self-harm, depression). Kindly restrict yourself from reading if you are sensitive to these topics.
"Clean your room!"  
Oh, Mum, I wish you knew that my room isn't the only thing I can't keep clean.
im sorry
Today I've just laid
In my bed the entire day
Feeling absolutely numb
And that's what scares
Me the most...

I don't wanna go down
That road again
Every word feels off... everything feels off. But I kinda needed to write it anyway.
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