A Glass Half Empty

I’m not coming here to celebrate. I’m not coming here to have a good time. I don’t come here searching for friends or to “hook up.” I come here to “cut” myself. To poison myself into oblivion.

My invisible wounds, hidden from all. They’ll never know the pain, nor will they see the anger, hatred, the hurt that runs deep.

I will keep my mask of faux happiness on. I’ll nod and smile to keep them at…

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