EscapeRestart

So, after I saw Ealev's thread, I noticed you guys like poetry.
So, hi. Post here and stuffs.

I tried poetry just, and... Yeah, I suck at it.
Her blood, slowly dripping,
dripping down her unfortunate canvas.
Flesh, roughly stripping,
stripping of her pain.

Her stomach, rapidly starving,
starving for a better body.
System, painfully living,
living for those around her.

Her mouth, slowly drowning,
drowning in floods of caffeine.
Addiction, gradually winning,
winning the battle.

Her past, hurtfully regretting,
regretting all the pain she caused.
Happiness, unfortunately cutting,
cutting down into pieces.

Her eyes, hatefully seeing,
seeing herself in the mirror.
Her hatred, sadly being,
being in every crevice of her existence.

Her anxiety, terribly controlling,
controlling her life.
Sanity, daily crawling,
crawling further away from her.

Until one day, she finally cracks,
cracks and swallows;
swallows the final pill.

And just like that, the pain was finally over.

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