Why friend
asked me
Why I am
sad.
I could have told her
My neighbors cat died,
Or that
I am just tired
I could
have said
That I did bad on a test.
But,
Those are all
Lies.
Because really
I
Am not
Okay.
I am in
Pain,
Pain that stay,
Forever.
Friends that self harm
It hurts me
Again
And
Again
And
Again
They cut,
And they
Scratch,
But laughter
D
R
O
W
N
S
Them out.
So, I tell her
I am fine.
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Guilt
PoetryThe feeling of guilt, regret.Wishing you could go back and change the past. We have all been there.