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Apr 2015
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW HARD I TRY
TO STOP
THEY ASK ME TO PROMISE
BUT I CAN’T.
DON’T DO IT TO HURT ANYONE OTHER THAN MYSELF,
I DON’T DO IT WHERE YOU CAN SEE.
YOU LOOK AT ME AND THINK THAT I’M THE HAPPY LITTLE GIRL THAT HAS EVERYTHING THAT SHE WANTS,
BUT INSIDE I’M DYING SLOWLY
SCREAMING
BUT NO ONE HEARS.
THEY CAN’T SEE HOW HURT I AM INSIDE
NOT EVEN THE PEOPLE THAT ARE CLOSEST TO ME.
I’M THE BEST FRIEND
THE PERFECT GIRLFRIEND AND DAUGHTER,
NOT THE KID THAT NEEDS HELP. and i feel like i'm slowly fading away.
Grace Wolfinger-Polomcak
Written by
Grace Wolfinger-Polomcak  Niles Michigan
(Niles Michigan)   
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