Do you see my red puffy eyes from lasts nights crys
Do you see my black eye after my beating
Do you see my old and new scares from under my sleeves
Do you see my bones under a few layers of skin
Do you see tray full of food that I haven't touched
Do you see the red neck from my suicied attempt last week
Do you see anything
No you don't the evidence is right there right in your grasp...
But you choose to see the fake smile and believe the cheep excuse than see the truth right in front of you
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It could be a mistake but you won't know
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Not until it's way to late
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YOU ARE READING
dear diary I want to die
Poetrythis is the second book to save me before it's to late and it doesn't matter if you haven't read the first one because this is pretty much poems and short stories and notes. and all so what is in this book means a lot to me so please don't dis me. I...
