God, why does my life go downhill in under two days?
Everything is wrong
Am I supposed to be the ones to keep us together?
I don't want that burden
I never asked to be noticed
If I was noticed
Then why does no one care about my hands
Or the scars on the wrists I hold out
For friends and teachers alike to trace with
Curiousity or is it
Pity?
Why should I care anymore?
It's all too late for me
You know it is
You know you know
And yet you still won't hold me in your
Arms once again.
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