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The Disorder

Holding on tightly

Slipping to the edge

I could be past the breaking point

I hear the silence

It haunts me in my sleep

It mocks me and taunts me

Tell me I’m unworthy

 

The mirror!

Oh how I loathe it

How I despise the mere thought of it

It shows me that I am unlovable

That I am vulnerable

 

They say I’m beautiful

They tell me to stop

That I am dying

Slowly and surely

But I see differently

My eyes deceive me

 

I close my eyes and I drift away

To a dark void

And I may never get out