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Nobody listens.

But that's nothing new.


No one understands.

But that's familiar, too.


Instead of relying on support from my peers,

I hide myself away and give in to my fears.


The blade of my scissors cuts into my skin

But to me, it's relief from the pain deep within.


I cover the scars with long sleeves and a smile

That threatens to break every once in a while.


Each time that it does, I hide once more

And re-open each scar behind the locked door.


The smile I wear on my face every day

Is a mask that I put on to hide pain away


But nobody listens

Instead, they all hate.


So they'll never care for me,


Until it's too late.

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