Nine hundred and ninety-six
Nine hundred and ninety-seven
Nine hundred and ninety-eight
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
A thousand.
A thousand times have I
Hurt myself
Wanted to die
Taken a sip from a bottle
Been bullied
And a thousand times have I
Been told I'm loved
Been told I'm worth it
Smiled
Been happy to be alive
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
