How would they know that I was hurting
If they could not see my pain?
I thought that wearing it on my body
Would say what words could not explain.
But they turned their backs, ignored me.
They pretended that they didn't see.
I guess putting on a blinder
Was simpler than asking me,
"What is wrong?"
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Poetry of the Self-Harmers
PoéziaA collection of poetry that all self-harmers can relate to. I just want you to know that it gets better. Don't be afraid to break the silence!
