Two faced

I can’t trust you anymore
You sliced off pieces of your face
And glued them back on wrong
Now you’re scary to look at
and everything out of your mouth is a lie
your eyes are sewn shut
and you spew dark words
that bite my skin
like tiny knives
you turned on me
after you said that you loved me
and now I dream in black…



Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Homeopathic Remedies, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, Poetry, Self Esteem, Writing

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