Coming Down
I am crashing
Nothing I can do will ever stop the slashing.
A girl dying inside
And no one has even tried.
I am in a life of black and white
Normally it wouldn't feel right.
The only time I feel alive
is when I try to thrive,
but gets held back by the pain.
The pain is just like a stain
it will never go away.
For today is just another day.
This poem is about:
Me
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