segunda-feira, 13 de março de 2017

Not falling appart

I have scars on my left wrist
My hair is green
But what does it mean?
People stare me at the streets

I wish you loved me
And I feel angry
And I feel lonely
And I feel sad

I am still here,
Ain't I?
Fighting for myself
Trying not to die

Why would you care?
Why would you care.

I ruined the poem again.

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