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 Nov 2012
Kendra Hall
Failure*,
Messed up in the head,
Another statistic.
I slit my skin because of you,
But it didn't make you happy.
I tried my hardest,
But all you saw was a failure.
I tried to please you,
And you'd play the blame game.
I can't tell you,
How many times I've cried.
All you'll do,
All you'll do is blame her.
She did nothing,
She didn't make me go insane.

She saw my downfall.
She saw me go into that pit.
I am throwing in my towel,
I am giving up.
I am done.
 Nov 2012
Kendra Hall
I lied,
That butterfly didn't fly away.
It died,
Because I couldn't keep that promise.

I'm sorry,
It hurts.
I can't keep pretending,
I am not okay.

It's getting harder,
To fake a smile.
I am not happy,
Not at home at least.

So butterfly,
You didn't fly away.
But a new one is there,
In hopes to live.
 Nov 2012
Kendra Hall
Look at my wrist,
And you tell me I'm okay.
Look me in the eyes,
Tell me I'm not lying.

I thought I was fine,
I thought I was getting better.
I guess it was a phase,
Like my depression?
Right mom?
I'm faking it,
Right dad?

Funny,
I tear up my skin.
I don't eat that much,
I'm worrying you?
I worry a lot of people.
I'm fine.
Don't worry about me.

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