You yelled about my grades.
My fresh cuts,
My sleep schedule.
My eating habits and my
Mood.
But never once have you asked
Me.
Why,
My grades are slipping.
And you never asked
Why,
I took the blade to my skin.
I used to think it was because
You didn't care.
But now I know,
It's because you didn't want to hear me say,
It's your fault.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
You yelled about my grades.
My fresh cuts,
My sleep schedule.
My eating habits and my
Mood.
But never once have you asked
Me.
Why,
My grades are slipping.
And you never asked
Why,
I took the blade to my skin.
I used to think it was because
You didn't care.
But now I know,
It's because you didn't want to hear me say,
It's your fault.
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