Can I scream?
Can I cry?
Can I scratch, cut, or die?
What if I swallow the pills?
What if I dive to my death?
What people sometimes say kills.
People don't notice.
People judge.
People hate.
I want to cry.
I want to die.
Words burn in my head.
Hurtful memories stay.
Maybe someday I will listen to what they say.
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