_teardrops
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Everyday I fake a smile.
I haven't had a friend in a while.
Yes I self harm. So what if I do?
It won't be as funny when the joke's on you.
Cuts, blood, and bruises are all I ever see.
I never get a second glance. Don't look at me.
I'm scared, broken, and scarred for life.
I have no friends, other than my knife.
I look down at the mess I've made.
I look back up, the colors start to fade.
My body goes limp, hitting the floor.
I feel like nothing, no longer sore.
I lay and wait while my life flashes before my eyes.
Everyday, you listened to my cries.
You could have helped. I didn't have to end.
If only you were there for me. If only you were my friend