Fatal/Fetal

Don’t be alarmed everyone. Sometimes the pen just moves…

Fatal/Fetal

I spend most of my days in the fetal position,

Crying.

Questioning my own existence.

Wondering if everyone would be okay if I just vanished.

You think you understand but you don’t.

I spend most of my days in the fetal position.

Crying.

Blinds drawn.

Because the light hurts my spirit.

You think you understand but you don’t.

Trying hard to please everyone,

When I’m literally holding on by a string.

Fatal position.

Crying.

You think you understand.

But you don’t.

Xoxo, LovePeaceMascara

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