Everyday...
I get asked the question "are you okay?"
But I will always say yes
Even if under my sleeves my skins a mess.
Everyday....
I hear the words they say.
Do they really have to act that way?
They make you want to die
So they star spreading lies
Everyday...
I hold back tears
Everyday...
I fight to not cut deeper
Everyday...
I try not to give you power
But why?
Why do I try if all I want to do is die
And its all because of the word you say
Every Fucking Day.
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my poems
Poetryhey so I wrote all my poems on here before and some how they all got deleted so I will be writing them all over again I hope you enjoy make sure you vote and read are other stories thanks guys
