Filter Me Not


My pictures are taken and left bare,

Naked fo everyone to see.

The perect shade of purple that shadows beneath my eyes.

Like bruises from the nights that my thoughts punished my eyelids,

Preventing my top and bottom lashes from ever kissing again.

If you look closely you will notice my scars,

The swollen ones on my arms and the painful ones in my heart.

Evidence of every battle I have lost on the grounds of my own body,

I was wounded, and yet it was only my happiness that was amputated.

But you don't see that when I edit my pictures,

You're oblivious to my blue face.

I am drowning in the only ocean that does not contain any form of life.

And I wonder...

How many filters must I remove before they notice that I am dying?



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