I don't let them know my scars are from self harm.
I lie and pretend I'm happy when I feel like I'm gonna die.
No one see's the tears I cry washed away down the drain with the pain from yesterday.
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Poems to pass the time
PoetrySo basically I love writing and story's are kinda hard. Here will be a collection of the different poems I've done to pass the time. Hopefully you all will like them.
