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Aug 2018
i wish they knew
me and only the real me
mot the me with friends
not the me with family

i wish they knew
how much pain they cause me
every comment and remark
a knife into the heart

i wish they knew
how I go to bed each night
crying and unable to sleep
but still pretending for their sake

i wish they knew
the number of thoughts
running around my head
killing me inside out

~

but they don't know
how much it hurts
what it feels like
and that’s the thing that hurts the most…
Written by
buckettears  15/F/Australia
(15/F/Australia)   
316
   --- and Benton Scar'
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