you dont like the color red
so i smashed all my red chalk
you dont like when i stumble
so i never walk
you dont like the way i look at you
so i poured bleach in my eyes
you dont like the truth
so all i tell is lies
you dont like me
so i guess
i will have to die
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Poetry(TW: Depression, suicide, eating disorders, death, substance abuse, and self harm.) I like to write poetry so ima just put it all in here lmao