Crying

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Tears are falling down my cheeks.

As I sit on my porch.

Listening to music.

My mascara running down my face.

'He hates me' I whisper.

'I despise myself, and he does too' I say.

Wrapping my arms around my knees.

Another tear falls.

I try to clean off the mascara with my sleeve.

She comes out and asks if I've been crying.

I say I'm fine, she walks inside.

She didn't even care, at all.

Another tear falls to my knee as I hide my face.

Holding back a scream as I sob.

Just crying on my front porch.


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