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Mar 2015
Why can no one see
The despair lurking in my eyes?
Why can no one see
The scars littering my thighs?

Why does no one hear
My quiet weeps at night?
Why does no one hear
When I scream with all my might?

They say "Oh, you're so pretty
And have such a good life!
Why would you ever want
To slash your thighs with a knife?"

They say "You're overreacting.
Please don't make up lies."
But this is my reality
And the truth is: I really want to die.
My first poem, so sorry if it *****.
Kaylee Moore
Written by
Kaylee Moore  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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