medicate me

you love my eyes when they're wide open

a freckled doe with a devil side

hell lives below where an angel resides

do you like her hair i'll braid it to mine

the scars on her skin i'll cut deeper into mine

are my eyes wide enough?

compete with my sisters but i'm stumbling behind

i'm losing my senses but maybe you'll like me better lobotomised

i'll stop being angry and stop trying to fight

i think i could like feeling numb

isolation isn't foreign but true love is

be honest would you have looked in my eyes

if i started kissing your skin

my words are not a monologue and my feelings aren't theatre

please stop sighing at me as if i like this either

Written by Chloe Estee.

‘My work is dedicated to dissecting my own brain in the hopes that it resonates with other novel and delicate individuals. It can be messy and strange and at times incoherent, just like the mind. Thank you for taking the time to read it!’ Instagram @chloe111diary