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Mar 2020
Please do not look at me with those same pitying eyes
that you would look upon a wilted flower in the dead of winter.
When you see the tears in my eyes as I smile
and tell you through lies that I am fine and will be okay,
please know that most days I am afraid
and behind closed doors I am hurting
more than you can ever know;
emotionally and physically.

Please do not think I always want to put you down
with my sad little life and my depressing thoughts.
Sometimes I just need a presence because
I am so used to spending my days alone with my head.
Please understand that I know things can all become too much
but that is when I need someone the most.
Now most days I feel like nothing but a burden
and that people only stay for the good days and run when they are bad...

Am I that bad of a person, that I do not deserve someone who stays?
Am I not worth so much as a, I see through your lies, I'll stay for a while?
Am I this worthless, failure that I think and feel all the time?
Am I really not worth anything to anyone at all?
Michaela Ferris
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Michaela Ferris  24/F
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