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I ******* hate you;
I hate every time you allude that we aren't friends,
I hate every time you refuse to look at me
Even when I'm talking to you.

You don't give a **** about me,
Even if I was crying like I am now,
Next to you, and you're doing your history homework
And complaining to a teacher all your friends aren't here at lunch
But I'm ******* here.

Can't you hear my tears, and see how I'm dying?
But you wouldn't care if I did die,
Only if it was an inconvenience to the play we both do,
Because that's the only time you care about me
And I know it's against your will.

You're selfish, you're a ***** to everyone
So of course I fell for you and I can't get over it,
Even when you give me that hateful glare you're bearing right now
As tears are streaming down my face
Because like you, my friends abandoned me and I'm lonely
And I need you to just ask if I'm good.

I'm not good,
I'm not even ******* close,
But you couldn't see if I was stabbing myself to death in front of you
Because you don't care.

I love you now,
I'm pathetic that I let it get that far.
Even if you keep hating me and it keeps killing me,
I don't care because you're ******* worth it,
I would rip myself to shreds for you.
I really appreciate comments and feedback! Tell me if you think it's too much.
is it too much to ask
for my scars never to fade?
is it too much to ask
for you to care that they're there?

that once upon a time i did that
and i didn't care if you saw,
but now when i do it, i do it for you
with the hope that you'll care enough to notice me

and notice that i'm falling
and it's not just for you,
but my body is failing itself, and i'm going into that place again
the dark well that i can't climb out of.

i'm proud of my scars;
they show that i was hurting and dying
and yet now they're just scars and not still
bleeding.

why can't you even look at me?
why can't you even care a tiny bit?
you're killing me slowly,
but i know it's all my fault.

i'm sorry things are like this,
and i ****** it all up,
i'm sorry i'm like this,
sad, manic, dead inside.

i still want to show you all my scars
and i want to fall apart in your arms.
I really appreciate comments and feedback! I don't know why I'm obsessed with putting rhyming couplets at the end of every poem I write, tell me if it works! :)
If only I was brave
like you said I was
all of those years ago
when you weren't sick yet.

If only I could remember
back to a time when you were alive,
And I wasn't living in this exile of a world,
Trapped between his life and mine.

If only Death wasn't so harsh—
He wrapped you up in his cold, dark grasp
and took you away before I even said
goodbye.

If only I could be him and live my life
without thinking of what could've been different,
I could excel at everything and not be scared
to even get out of my house

Because I'm living a life I do not know;
If only you didn't go.
I really appreciate comments and feedback! :)

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