you often tell stories that never happened,
just to get their attention
because you lack affection.
I'm trying to understand you
but I can't even stand you.
still, i tried.
and many times, i cried
i just wish you'd died.
but..
i also know how it feels,
i tried to kill myself with pills.
just kidding,
but damn it was so sickening.
feeling so alone..
got no one to talk to except my phone.
i know it all my dear friend,
so let me lend you a hand.
c'mon don't even think about me; pretending to care,
that's definitely not fair.
well.. it may not be completely
but i also suffered, dramatically.
i always find myself asking 'god'; y do i have to be the villain in their lives?
always cutting my wrist with knives.
because i deserved pain,
i know we're somehow the same
we would always harm our shoulder- wrist and palm,
until a gallon of blood fall down
just then, we will feel calm.
i won't hurt you like what they did,
I'm only a kid.
and im absolutely not your sis,
so please..
take my hand,
and we'll rule as one,
I'm sure it'll be fun.
just wait and see,
my other me.

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