Hanging Onto The Edge. Drowning in my silence. Praying can’t get me out of this Their whispers tear through my ears. Sharp sounds slash through me. Stuck on the bottom. Too much bad blood between who I am and who I used to be. There might be a chance but I can’t see the light with all the darkness surrounding me, Crushing my chest, taking me piece by piece. Slashed heartache. Too much intake. Swallow the fear. No one to take me out of here.
Hanging Onto The Edge.
Drowning in my silence. 
Praying can’t get me out of this
Their whispers tear through my ears.
Sharp sounds slash through me.
Stuck on the bottom.
Too much bad blood between who I am and who I used to be.
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ouanessa
ouanessa just a girl who likes to write.
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A poem about that moment when you’re so frustrated and tired.

Hanging Onto The Edge. Drowning in my silence. Praying can’t get me out of this Their whispers tear through my ears. Sharp sounds slash through me. Stuck on the bottom. Too much bad blood between who I am and who I used to be. There might be a chance but I can’t see the light with all the darkness surrounding me, Crushing my chest, taking me piece by piece. Slashed heartache. Too much intake. Swallow the fear. No one to take me out of here.

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