VR (17th September 1990 / )

As I...

As I will sit here, alone,
Everyone takes pity, on me,
They see my scars, the marks,
Promising they understand, they don't,
When will they leave me,
Stop looking at my wrists,
Don't judge me by my scars,
Just let me scream,
SCREAM, SHOUT, CRY, DIE!

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