Would someone care if I died?
Would someone ask if I cried?
Would someone look if I cut?
So why, oh why do you care so much if nobody else does?
Now I am just sitting here thinking about fake smiles and sweaters
And how much they hide.
Even with my family and everyone who tries to help.
I'm lying to them.
I just want to cut and cry and die.
But also I want to live and be free.
Free from this cage that was made for me by people who hate me.
So why,oh why do you care?
Oh that's right I only exist when you need me.
Well I'm done with you, with life and with this messed up world.
But wait there are people I'd be leaving behind.
People who do care even if I don't want them to but they do.
So I can't leave this world just yet I still have something to live for.
At least for now.
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The Book Full Of Truth/Lies
PoetryThis is going to be pretty depressing. All the chapters in this story are things I wrote in my journal while I was recovering. These are original stories and poems . I've never told anyone these things so enjoy, relate, and know you are never as alo...
