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That's When You'll Know
If you asked me how I’ve been, I would say I’m doing fine.
But you’ll know I’m getting bad when you see blood drip down my thighs.
When you find those empty pill bottles I tried so hard to hide.
You’ll know I’m getting bad when you notice my loose clothes.
When my face has sunken in, blood shot eyes, wrists too thin,
That’s when you’ll know.
I might not be as fine as I’d like for you to think,
but please believe me when I say that I’ve been trying.
But you’ll know I’m getting bad when you see blood drip down my thighs.
When you find those empty pill bottles I tried so hard to hide.
You’ll know I’m getting bad when you notice my loose clothes.
When my face has sunken in, blood shot eyes, wrists too thin,
That’s when you’ll know.
I might not be as fine as I’d like for you to think,
but please believe me when I say that I’ve been trying.
Published 2nd Nov 2017
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5th Nov 2017 8:21pm
“I might not be as fine as I’d like for you to think”
I can bare witness to this within myself... trying to save-face for the sake of what others may see, how they may view or judge.
As long as you keep trying, I hope you can find solace in at least knowing you’re not alone in this dwelling.
I can bare witness to this within myself... trying to save-face for the sake of what others may see, how they may view or judge.
As long as you keep trying, I hope you can find solace in at least knowing you’re not alone in this dwelling.
