If you haven't noticed
The scars on my hips
Or fake smile
On my lips
Or the forced laugh that I've adopted
Or the way I don't care
About the things I used to love
Then don't you dare
Stand at my grave
And cry.
How can you cry for someone
You've never even met?
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Poems For The Depressed
PoetryHave you every felt so depressed you felt like the world was crashing down around you?
