She cries

Last night

She took all her medicine

Not to recover, not to heal

But to hurt her system

She recklessly took them in

To hurt even more

Because pain was severe

But she needed something more agonizing

Few years ago, she thought

There’s nothing more shameful

Then she proved

There’s always something ‘more’…

There is always a thing

That could make her cry more

Hurt, Shrink,

Suffer more

And is it fair?

Perhaps it is

Or it’s not

She doesn’t know

Or she doesn’t care to know

She just wants her heart


No matter how crushed

How broken

How hopeless

Or how empty it maybe

She’s sure she wants it



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