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rj Jun 2013
I don't even know what we talk about
I just listen to the sound of his voice and to his laugh
and to the sound of him listening to me
rj Jun 2013
why can't I be pretty like "her"?
why can't I be skinny like "her"?
why can't I be smart like "her"?
WHY CAN'T I BE "HER"?
rj May 2013
I have bruises on my knees
from falling apart
I have scars on my thighs
from being left alone with
my thoughts
I have stitches in my insides
from where you shattered my heart
rj May 2013
Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's the mark?"
"It was just the cat"
Just an excuse
Just an another lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
"Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
"Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream"
But it's not just a cut
Or a tear or a lie
It's always 'just one more'
Until you die
rj May 2013
Each scar is a reminder
Of the time no one was there for me
Each scar was a reminder
Of someone who broke me
Each scar is a reminder
Of how I've completely lost who I once was
rj May 2013
Another cut.
Another tear.
Another reminder,
That no one is here.
rj May 2013
don't worry about my thighs
just kiss my lips
and hold my hips
and tell me it'll be ok
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