do you know how much it hurts
do you know how much i cry
do you know how much blood I've lost on purpose
do you know how much pain has demanded to be felt
do you know how many sleepless nights I've had
do you know how many pillows i cried through
do you know how many blades I've used
do you know how many scars I've made
do you know how many haunting thoughts I've had
do you know how many wishes i made
do you know how much i want to be different
do you know how many times I've been so angry its bought tears to my eyes
do you know what I've had to deal with
do you know anything
no.
because if you did you wouldn't still be here.
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also thanks for all the entries for the cover!theyre all really good! theres only 1more week left before it closes so if you want to enter they need to be in by 27th febuary! good luck-kik them to me @forgotten_ones stay strong
DU LIEST GERADE
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
