They...

They
by Heather Clark

They tell me to hold on
and it will all get better.
they tell me to open up
and they are here for me.
So i slowly began
to tell them how i feel
only to be looked at
as if i am a foreign creature.
They think the know
what i am going through.
So i ask them
when they thought about suicide,
and i don't get an answer,
therefore they have no idea how i feel.......
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