Why waste my time faking that I'm okay, faking that smile you see everyday, faking that laugh when people tell me to shut up but I just play it off like a joke.
Why waste my time pretending that I'm okay with you telling me to fuck off and drink bleach? You say we are best friends, but you're truly killing me, inside and out.
You don't know it hurts. You thought the days of freshman year were over, that I'm okay.
Your words still hurt.
Most call it friendly teasing. Teachers will call it bullying, making you write your feelings and the words down on the page. Then leave it to sit in the files, waiting till they don't have to deal with your problems anymore.
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Inside Secrets
PoesieA collection of short poems. Some written by me. If not written by me it will be indicated in the poem chapter. Also, the poems might be about things that happened in the past. Please comment and let me know of any mistakes I made, and how you fee...
