Hello,
Sadness dripped down her mouth to the cuts on her wrists. Her eyes showed more stories than she ever spoke. She didn't care if people saw them, the cuts on her arms. Instead, she didn't bother trying to hide them knowing she will cut more.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoetryThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
