A poem about Don't ask how I'm doing I'm going to lie to you I'll lie to keep you better so you don't worry about me even if the scars on my arm sing their song of dismay I'll hide it so know one sees this pain so deep you made me make a promise you know I'll never keep to stop cutting when the pain gets to deep I'm sorry for breaking it I knew it your going to leave me to I should have been Honest through and through but know one is a keep they turn when it gets to rough when the pains to deep I'm sorry I think I cut to deep
poem about depression a cuttinggg
You need to make the grammar corrections, but I like it, it literally about me…
ok ty for advice
no problem
ay ay ay so relatable
not relatable to me though, good job tho
real..
this to real
Good Job
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