I can see it in your eyes,
And you say the same for me.
Yet, no matter how hard I try,
I can never see what you see.
Do I really wear my heart on my sleeve?
Or is it that I listen to what other's believe?
Growing. Grown.
I'm not finished yet.
The story you want to hear, I won't tell.
But I still want you to know everything you can
About me. For my sake.
And I hated you for letting me sound stupid.
For making me feel vulnerable.
For kicking me out of your life.
And those self-threats will be taken seriously,
now.
Will you help when I silently cry out?
Now? |
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