Submissions by Neoma

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
    
I don't like what I see at all,    
     
Yesterday I kind of thought I    
looked okay    
     
Probably tomorrow I will again.    
     
 

This is me. Can you see? I'm re-imagining who i am, what I want to be. I keep tumbling to the floor, have to pick myself back up. Or I'm trying to. I don't know what.              
                               
I wouldn't want to bother you. I'd run away and hide instead. I'm afraid of everyone. You've been kind to me. You're nice. You probably won't see me for two weeks.                               
               
Nothing works. And everything hurts. I'm better now than I was before.              
           
   I'm suicidal.            
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