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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