They say
They care
About scars
And bruises.
But they don't
They just want to say it
So they don't get blamed
For the red
Of her blood
Pouring out her arms
Orange
For the leaves that rest upon the ground
For the yellow
Of the paper
From the suicide letter
Or the green
Her eyes
Once so bright,
The blue,
Of her once red lips
Or the purple
For her bruises
They say they care
But they don't.
They just like to create more drama
For the weak.
For the alone.
For the afraid.
They don't care.
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Depressing Poems
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