staying up watching Prozac Nation.
Pressure on my chest
Muck filling my lungs
Surrounded by smog
Heavy and empty
Lightness in the head
Hard in the heart
A poem about how I feel
I think tomorrow I'm going to try and look decent ... but I will still look ugly.
I bet you never look ugly and you look lovely everyday. You are your own worse enemy remember :( have a lovely day, xxx
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