I see the way people look at me.
I hear the things they say.
I can’t even find protection with my family and friends.
I can’t stand those words.
Can’t stand these looks.
Can’t stand the constant snickers.
Heads turn when I enter a room,
and the silence burns my ears.
They treat me like I’m fucked,
Like nothing but a stupid slut.
Cant stop the drugs.
Cant put down the knife.
Cant stop the pain inside.
It’s too late for your help.
All you can do is pretend to care
or just pretend to cry.
I know you can.
You pretended not to notice the slits on my wrist,
as before you I slowly died
 
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