My new poem:)💜
When you fall and you black out...thinking and wondering when and who is going to be the one to pick you up... so your tired of waiting and deside to get up yourself and see that no one is in reach or even close by to even try to help you up...later...they come and all yoi can do is walk off with a dirty look on your face and a halve broken knee. See if they care then...they keep piling stuff for you to do and yet your in pain but dont know how to express it..you cry inside aand drop flowers on the spot you fell on..and do some terrible things to it because you cant express how angry you feel.. you try to walk the pain ofd but realize there is anorher side hurting...you tell everyone and they still dont care...dont even care to ask do you need ice...and all yoi can do is go to your room lock the door turn up the musicand cry in your pillow...pack your stuff and leave during the night... This Is Called: Secret Pain
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