If you Haven't noticed
The scars on my wrists
Or the fake smile on my lips
Or the forced laugh I've adopted
Or the way I don't care about the things I used to love,
Then don't you dare stand at my grave and cry.
How can you cry for someone you don't even know?
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YOU ARE READING
Crypt.
Short Story"Tears come from the heart and not from the brain." -Leonardo Da Vinci
