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by EpithetPoet Nov 27, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I line my eyes With blackest black So my feelings of pain Will never come back I cover my wrists With cheap bracelets To hide the wounds No one would get I cover myself With baggy clothes So my self infliction Never shows I listen to the music My mom deems demonic She just doesnt understand It was not mine to pick People ask me If I'm ok "I'm just tired" I would always say People dont understand Why i am this way I know as much as them I question it everyday I cannot help Being who i am I'm sorry if i puzzle you You'll just never understand...