Visible from my face is a frown,
With tears streaming down.
I can't see clearly,
Because of the tears, it makes my eyes blurry.
I think my only hope,
Is to hang myself with a rope.
No one will miss me,
Since nobody cares for me.
Because I'm tired of trusting and hoping.
It just hurts me because my wounds kept on reopening.
~~~~~Mysterious~~~~
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