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May 2021
Again I sit here
Typing for nothing
Nothing but useless words
From a useless person
Nothing special anymore
Music doesn’t help like it use too
But the feelings are still there
The comments being told
Even though so old
They still hurt
No new scabs to pick at
Just scars
All smooth
Nothing rough
And cant make new ones
Without people noticing
Fights
And screams
Fill the head
The demons came back
The tears sneak out
Through shut eyes
And no one knows
Or if they do
They don’t say
Feeling alone
Scarred of the world again
And no one to lean on
No
Just
Scared to
Scared of judgment again
Scared of teasing
Scared of being forced places
I didn’t want to go
And worse of all
The confusion of why I feel this way
Why I feel this way
Why I feel this worthless
Why I feel pathetic
Why I want to disappear
Why I want to die
Why
Why do I feel this way
Why is this me
Why?
Writing of the Unknown
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