An overload of information, in one ear and out the otherscattered all over the place like flakes of dust.The dead flies decaying on the ground...are the happy thoughts forgotten.
Anxious to ask the questions,I can't shake the fear of scalding,In case they think I'm stupid...I can't seem to do anything right.
All I ever hear is moaning.
Is it worth the risk?All around me are red flags, Constant opression and little demons
They call me ugly in the mirror!Taunt me in photographs! Critique everything I do!
What is there to look forward to?Nobody wants to listen.They would never understand.
I just feel so empty all the time. Though little things the emptyness is refilled,there's a gaping hole in my smile.
the emptyness returns quickly all the knowlege I have is imprisoned. I know it's going to get worse as the years go on
I want it all, but I can't have it all. Scribbles upon wet pages...Suffer to live.
I want to live, but I must to die. I want to die, but I must live.
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Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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