Why do they believe the lies
The "im fine"
The "cat did it"
Why don't they know
To look in my eyes
Not my wrists
I don't cut
Where they see
But my eyes
Are depressed,
Where they're visible.
They would know I don't have a cat
If they cared about me
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Depressing Poems
PoetryMy thoughts. My words. MUST ASK FOR PERMISSION TO USE. Warning- these are sad and may be triggering. Read with caution
