If you haven't noticed,
The scars on my hips,
Or the fake smile on my lips,
Or the forced laughs that 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
That you don't even know?
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Some Sad Stories
Short StoryIf you ever need help you can text home/hello to 741741 they can and will help you to the best of their abilities All people ever want is to know someone cares but all can't see that people around them care with all their heart. This is a b...
