How could you not see,
these emotions building up inside of me,
it's funny how my pillow is my only friend,
but these scars i will take to the end,
its all the same routine,
pretending to be happy,
pretending i care,
you don't even see it,
you dont even care,
if i slit my wrist would that mean anything to you,
oh yeah i for got were talking about you...


NOTE:In this poem there is a line that goes my pillow is my only best
friend.What i mean but that is that everytime i cry,scream,ect., its usually
up in my room on my pillow.Like some nights i lie in my bed for hours just
crying into my pillow.So thats what that means.Its like my pillow knows me
better then any person around me.
 
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