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Maybe

Have I ever told you this?
I don't sleep.
Because I'm a person no one will miss
My insomnia is created by my anxiety ridden life
that all can be so easily
taken away by this knife
a blade has touched my skin before
"Fat" "Freak" "Attention whore"

Have I ever told you that
I don't eat?
Nothing but bones,
but I feel so fat.
The number on the scale
equals my worth
I need to be so light,
that I can fly away from earth

Can I tell you a secret?
There's this girl that I met...
I'm in love with her, you see?
She had the courage
to kiss me.
With my lips on hers, depression is a blur
I think I would
be missed by her.

Maybe tonight I'll finally sleep
And maybe my wounds won't be so deep
And maybe I'll keep my food inside
Maybe she is worth the fight

Can I tell you a secret?
The other day,
I looked over at the sunset
I finally saw the light
I have decided
I want her to be my bride

thegrumpylesbian 2014

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