Why?
Why?
Why?
Why am I like this?
Why do I look like this?
Why do I have these thoughts?
What did I do to deserve this?
I thought I did good.
I'm trying my best I swear but,
You don't care.I know I hurt you and I'm sorry.
So very sorry.
And I try to be good in your honor.
But it's hard.
The thoughts are hard to deal with.
I don't like them.
I want help but I don't know how to reach out.
You aren't here anymore.
I couldn't help you.
I'm sorry.
So very sorry.
YOU ARE READING
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