I sat by him and
We talked
He pulled up my sleeve
And saw my scars
It was supposed to be a joke
I forced myself to laugh
As did he
We both knew it wasnt funny
He pretended it wasnt from cutting
But I could tell he knew
We moved on and
Talked about something else
Like nothing happened
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Words With No Limit
PoetryJust some of my thoughts. Some poems I've written myself. And some I've gotten from other things. Read on(: Thanks and love you guys!
