I don't want to open my eyes.
Another day I'm dreading.
It's always a struggle to get out of bed.
No matter how many tries.
They are all expecting me.
My legs feel like weights.
I choose what fake face to put on.
It only matters what they see.
They say I look so good.
They don't know that I'm dying.
I'm fake laughing and smiling.
I'm behaving like I should.
Another night another contemplation.
Wondering if tonight will be it.
Should I go through one more day,
Or should I take all this medication?
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Ellie Cam
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