She swallows the words
as easy as the pills,
the pills they hand out like candy,
but still they don’t replace the void in her eyes.
Her lips curl
as she breaks into the smile
that she’s so good at faking,
that now doesn’t even take a thought,
despite the sadness within her very soul
that now resides even within her bones.
There is self-hatred in her lungs,
bile in her throat
and demons in her heart.
Everything so dark.
So she takes her friend,
the long used blade,
and plunges it into skin
in an attempt to destroy the demons within.
But she only lets more in instead.


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