Be honest
What am I to you?
You said you'd never leave
That you loved me
That you weren't like the rest.
But then you left
P
A
I
N
Now I'm stuck
Sitting
Wishing
That you'd come back.
But I know you won't.
I meant nothing.
L
I
E
S
Most nights
I sit,
Staring at the sharpener.
A year and a half clean
Of slicing my wrists
Is about to go away
Just because
You
Won't
Get
Out
Of
My
H
E
A
D
I see you happy
All the time.
You have a boyfriend
And yet you still complain
About how life
Is so unfair.
I
R
O
N
I
C
My friends
The ones who know
Stopped caring.
More left
Others I cut out.
Now I sit alone
Wishing
You'd
Come
Back
D
R
E
A
M
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