You fine they ask,
But yet they don't care,
They just do it to look good,
Let me see your arms they ask,
See no fresh cuts,
All just old scars,
The funny thing is,
U don't do it there anymore,
Its shameful to be cutting,
But its the only release u get,
So u hope they never check,
Your thighs or your sides.
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Anxiety Wants To Be Depression
PoésieYou know those things you hear or maybe the things you think, Well those things have joined together, They wanted to be clear, Can you deal with this? They know u can't. Anxiety wants to be Depression don't you think? Fight it, But how, Fight it no...
