![]() Nobody Allowed Near The Labs While She's In ThereA Poem by Marie A. Maya
Therapists pump happiness through your veins
if you show one ounce of pain in your eyes. Parents take your door away when all you want is to keep the demons out. Smilles are easier to fake rather than opening up like a book to someone who's just curious. Bleach scrubbed rooms and whte lights are all you'll see if you crave sharp edges. And death is the only option when life gives you rotten apples instead of lemons. Fake friends and loved ones will come to proclaim how they never knew it was this bad, when all along it was written on your skin. © 2013 Marie A. Maya |
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Added on October 14, 2013 Last Updated on October 15, 2013 Tags: therapy, depression, self harm, suicide, funeral Author![]() Marie A. MayaMIAbout17, stressed, depressed and not even well dressed. I want people to quote me more..Writing
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