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I got so close this time
Some days I’m living in panic Panic like I cannot move Panic like there are hot metal chains wrapped tightly around my ribs Trying to talk feels like breathing in smoke On the verge of tears And all I want is to curl up and cry Until my eyes turn red But I can’t because I’m in school And everyone will see how much Of a fool I am So I have to look like I’m ok But I’m not Because later that night That night of the panic attack, I got so close I even made a plan I planned to cut in groups of three Cuz three is my comfort number That day I chose 27 cuts Because nine times three Nine times I lacked the comfort I craved I remember it distinctly Nine times three Cuz nine times I felt hurt that day One I was in trouble, two I got yelled at, Three I woke up late, four,I was called rude for talking Five I’m so immature, six, I had extra chores, Seven I couldn’t eat lunch, eight Alex hates me And nine I hate myself and I don’t matter anymore When I went to bed that night I was so scared because I got so close to SH I got so close this time
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