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Some people stare, Others might glare. Animosity or pity, I don't want to get into the nitty gritty. Take shots in the dark, Guess how I got these marks They stripe my arms and calves, I'd rather cut my heart in halves. The cat got you good, I suppose. Maybe I should... I say I'm clean, and that's a lie, But would you rather see me die? Unhealthy coping skills are my first resort, I know you saw, please don't report. You tell my teacher, Who tells my mom, who tells the preacher, Can you pray the urges away, You know I can't stay.
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4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:02 AM UTC
The Target of People Watching
Some people stare, Others might glare. Animosity or pity, I don't want to get into the nitty gritty. Take shots in the dark, Guess how I got these marks They stripe my arms and calves, I'd rather cut my heart in halves. The cat got you good, I suppose. Maybe I should... I say I'm clean, and that's a lie, But would you rather see me die? Unhealthy coping skills are my first resort, I know you saw, please don't report. You tell my teacher, Who tells my mom, who tells the preacher, Can you pray the urges away, You know I can't stay.
A little better than the last attempt at rythming. I guess I'll keep trying
#rhyme#scars#public#seeing#stare#selfharm#illness#depression
AbruisedBrokenThing
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16/F/Anywhere but here
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:02 AM UTC
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