Im okay

she stares at her ceiling once again with a million thoughts

its 4 am i need to sleep she says

but instead all she can think is about how broken she is

youre nothing 

youre worthless 

youre a wast of space

she does what she can to block out the pain

and after a while th epain goes away

and its replaced with nthing but a void

a void so deep and so dark that the longest rope couldnt reach

and soon enough, her light that was once shining so bright

has begun to fade

until one day it just went out

and no one saw it coming

becuase they were too fixated on their own light

 

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