#25
R- Recovery turning my scabs to scars
E- Evenings turning from light to dark
L- Late nights force my mind to race
A- Anxiety makes me a hopeless case
P- Poetry becomes my only voice
S- Self-harm feels like my only choice
E- Everyone laughing at the girl who failed.
I guess nobody cared to see me prevail.
(a.c)
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