I've woken up with cuts
I've woken up with tears in my eyes
I've woken up with pain where I don't leave my
bed
I've woken up with a broken heartI can't escape from this nightmare
I can't escape from this painI stay silent so you can be happy
When you ask me what is wrong
I fall apart and regain all the cuts, tears, and
pain
That I fight so hard against but please don't
stop it helpsListen and focus on my life and you can see the story that I've been dying to tell
-Antoinette Hird-
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PoetryThe poems in which I am too scared to tell. All these poems are original.