i hold in my tears of sorrow,
As I looked at their faces,
They seem to think that I am fine,
They never even cared.
My life has been ruined,
My mind mentally harmed，
And now I hold a pair of blades,
As i cut into my arm.
I hide my face behind my hands,
Refusing to let tears fall,
But as I think of you every time,
I knew it was impossible.
The tears come streaming out each time you ever cross my mind,
With those tears I let my sorrow out,
And try to think I'm fine.
I should've known it would get worse,
I should never have tried to hide,
The fear, the sadness, the confusion inside me,
The feelings that make me collapse.
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PoetryThe things that I can't tell anyone, because no one would even care how i feel. Well, this is how I can make myself happier, Writing all my feelings out. even if im bad at it, it doesnt hurt to try
