Since When
Since when did everything cross my mind as another reason I shouldn’t be here?
Since when did everything happy seem to vanish?
Since when did my mind have to constantly have a toy?
Since when did baths become so stingy?
Since when did my nails feel most at home inside my skin?
Since when did every conversation need a script?
Since when did getting out of bed feel scary?
Since when did suicidal melodies drown my ears?
Since when did I ever think of dying?
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