medicine

My skin bound to my insecurities,
Moulding itself into ugliness,
Foreshadowing the anxieties I'll face when I walk out the door today,
A gentle reminder that I'm never safe from my own mind,
How I want to ply my skin open and pull out the strand that strangles my positivity,
My eyes dry from crying,
My eyes red from stress,
My eyes just want to close,
But closing down drowns what's left of me that sees some hope in this dust bin of a world
So I take my tablets,
I take my tablets and I carry on.

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