today, your words hurt me more than they ever have before.
each word directed at me is a knife that you twist further into my stomach.
and in that moment, I thought, I miss the old, happy me.
but if I had a penny for every time you made me feel like I was worthless...
don't you think I would be worth something by now?
just a thought
-snow
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Poetry"my name is Blurryface and i care what You think" | a series of short instances where a girl cares too much about the others and not enough for herself, so this becomes an outlet for her thoughts and feelings | (and yes, that was a |-/ reference)
