you asked me to ask him if he needs help,
i know he doesn't
you say, you don't know that
i say i've asked him before when he does stuff like that
you tell me have a heart
ok well fuck you. i do have a heart
but i know what he'll tell me
then you go in the kitchen and talk shit about me to no one but yourself
you don't think i've heard those things before?
you wonder why i'm the way i am
it's because of you and your negativity
i'm not surprised that i have depression
because of you
you tell me not to draw on my hands and arms
because it "looks trashy"
would you rather have that or i have countless scars running up and down my body
yes i've thought about it
even done it a few times
i try not to
so now
who's the one that needs a heart
YOU ARE READING
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Non-Fictionshort stories and poems that i'll write. the names will be the dates i originally wrote them followed by a title i give it.
