Most days, I find it hard
To look into the mirror
At times I persuade myself
That nobody would miss me
If I were gone
Because the scars tell a story
I wish I could keep to myself
I cry for no reason
And ask for no help
I have trouble figuring out the way
I'm supposed to function
When my mind is such a horrifying place
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Poetry for the Heart
PoesiePoetry that anyone going through a hard time can relate too.
