Mere-Or

It’s another school day and it’s another panic attack 
I see my old best friends nails digging in her boyfriend’s back
Recalling bathroom braids and kitchen raids
Experimental aide, sharing shitty grades
Now she’s trying hard to look great
Even though I’d love her all the same
Without that stupid fake **** on her face
her childhood lips are caught in a mid-ice cream sundae
My body sits across and there goes a decade

My will decays
The more I think

It’s another Saturday and more heavy make out sessions
I hold a plastic knife to my throat
And play pretend just to get a reaction
You wrapped my arm
You said my name
More false alarms
Then walked away
And that pissed me off 
There’s no one else to blame

I will decay
The more i’m awake

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