Four days left
poem//short
I woke up at 7 am the following morning to a call from mark.
"What?" I asked, tired.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah,"
"The picture posted on twitter says otherwise,"
I went to twitter and saw it.
Crap
I tried reasoning with him
He wont let it go
He pointed out how I was holding my wrist
I said it's because of my anixety-that i needed something to hold onto
"Bullshit,"
He kept pressuring me to tell him what's going on
I tried my best to keep him out of it
Mom doesn't need more shit
I took my first shower in three days
Progress i guess.
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