Lies We Tell Ourselves in the Night

I don’t know what hurts anymore,

it’s just a collective

it’s okay,

I’m okay.

Keep telling yourself that

and someday it might just come true.

Keep wishing,

on that broken star

broken wishes

caught between the cuts on my
wrist.

I cry out, in the dead of the night,

but no one listens

and you’re wishing you were dead

because everything hurts.

Keep wishing.

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