I’m sick of faking a smile.
I’m sick of making it seem worthwhile.
I’d like to show you the scars,
And show you how it’s gone too far.
I wish you could
smell the rancid scent, I smell.
Taste the acid taste I taste.
I want you to feel that crick in my neck
That reminds me everything’s gone to hell.
I want you to know how I feel,
That this is how I get,
Whenever I feel myself.
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Submission Name: Whenever I feel
