WITHIN

I wish my mental illness would stay inside my head But it runs down my wrists Leaving crescent shaped indents in it's wake It eats away at my insides until my stomach is an unpacked suitcase of regrets It wedges it's way out Forcing itself into every relationship Until it has successfully pushed everyone away So don't tell me it's all in my head When I've got the bruises to prove it

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