Darkest Days

On my darkest days

My heart sinks

To the pit of my stomach

The acid devours its weak subject

On my darkest days

My mind is in a whirl

Spinning around and around

On a carousel at a carnival

Ready to vomit any minute

On my darkest days

My lungs are two water balloons

Being thrown at the ground

On my darkest days

My rosey red cheeks are stained black

With the misconception

That everything will be fine

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