Tired
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Words cut deeper than a knife,
That's why she let her skin,
Endure the pain and remind her why;
Remind her how they saw her,
Remind her how they can control her.
Yet, they never knew the true her.
Until one day she decided that her skin had enough,
That it's time to erase and forget all those painful memories.
To stop all the pain and tears every night.
That's why she decided to just let those medicines be her reason.
Why she vanished in the world she once lived in.
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What I Want the World to See
PoetryIf I feel Lonely, I scratch myself and wander off to a world where no one knows me.
