Wellness.

Wellness.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

I don't take pride in becoming nothing.
Emotion sickness and carbon cuts,
I choke on my pride when I ask for help.
I have to train myself to shut up.
I can't tell you anything anymore.
You worry and become angry.
I'm sorry.
But you really shouldn't care about me.

© 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Added on May 16, 2013
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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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