It's the time when i got beaten
The time that i got bruised
The times my friends weren't really friends
And i was only being used
Its when my mom said
She'd kill herself because of me
When my dad yelled and called me stupid
Because i could barely get a C
It's when my arms were scared
With the blade i came to adore
With a sickening desire
To feel and want something more
It's when i learned people don't really love
And i'm not what people want or need
That i'm a no-one in peoples' eyes
And nothing stops their greed
March through June is when the devil plays
Tricks within my fragile mind
Time is how they say wounds heal
But time only reopens all of mine
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Just Some Short Stories
أدب المراهقينI like to write random short stories when i have time, and so i thought i would share them with y'all hope you like them.
