Write your way to happiness

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He asked to see me naked,

So I showed him the scars

That were more numerous

Than the freckles on his face.


He asked to see me naked,

So I told him of the pills

That used to grace my nightstand

And how I used to think of them.


He asked to see me naked,

So I showed him the hidden journals,

Filled with numbers and dates

Showing how much I hated myself.


He asked to see me naked.

So I showed him the psych report

That said I was a danger to myself

And any sharp things should be locked away.


He didn’t want to see me naked,

Not after all of that,

He ran away to find someone,

A little less naked than me.


  • 3 years ago