Let's play pretend. Pretend that knife is not reaping my flesh apart. Let me pretend that I'm not talking to ghosts again. Pretend that you can heal me. I can pretend I'm not destroying my own head. Pretend you're saying words of love, instead of cursing me under your breath. I'm gonna pretend you're right beside me, even though you ran away again. Pretend you don't want me dead. I'm pretending all is fine. Stop.
I'm now drowning in a sea of lies. How can this fake water taste so real? I know you can push me to the surface, so what's it gonna cost? How much should I bleed before you save me?
Because, darling, you know I'm bruised and broken. I'm no fighter and no hero. I'm weak, a wreck, and I'm not trying to be a role model for anyone. I'm a damsel in distress, but you're no prince charming either, are you?
That's ok, let's keep pretending.
Poor little drowned girl, erase her words from the shore because no fish or man can read them.
I'm now drowning in a sea of lies. How can this fake water taste so real? I know you can push me to the surface, so what's it gonna cost? How much should I bleed before you save me?
Because, darling, you know I'm bruised and broken. I'm no fighter and no hero. I'm weak, a wreck, and I'm not trying to be a role model for anyone. I'm a damsel in distress, but you're no prince charming either, are you?
That's ok, let's keep pretending.
Poor little drowned girl, erase her words from the shore because no fish or man can read them.
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