Don't mind me...I just need to write today.

Slow poisoning from the inside out,
aching pain beneath the ribs.
She's killing herself with every breath she takes,
every thought that runs through her mind.
It hurts so much she can't believe
she caused this much pain.
So many worries, all boiling down
to blessed respite, mental suicide.

Love forgotten, life forgotten.
Let us sit and analyze
the many ways she could have avoided
what's killing her today.
She could have blocked it out,
could have numbed her aching heart.
She could have run away.
Each step she took brought her closer to this,
relentless, throbbing hell.

Now nobody can save her.
She must pull herself
from the shallow depths of fear and rage,
the slow, relentless poison,
clawing at her body.
Will she ever be free again?
Does she even remember
how to fight against it?
She's been ignoring far too long.
And now it might just be too late.

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But I know the difference between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder which of us do you love?