i wrote this for my foster sister
cuz she doesnt know crap.
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you dont know the things i been through
you havent seen the things i seen
or heard the things i heard
nor have you experienced life in my shoes
you cut yourself and brag
while I cut and hid in shame
then plaster a fake-ass smile on my face
until the lights go out for the night
then a downfall of tears
run in stream
from my eyes to my cheeks
slowly, gradually reaching
the strangle marks on my neckline
which was covered by not one
but two coats of foundation
which then seeps down and stains
my new white tee, that not
even bleach or oxyclean can remove the stain or pain
you havent gone to class
with blood red eyes, and tear stained cheeks
and acted as if you were stoned
and yawned a few times
to paint a mental picture in your classmates brains
that your cheeks were stained with tears
but from depression, sadness, or thoughts of suicide
but drowzyness, or jus plain tired
you drink koolaid and pretend its blood,
while i slit my writst so deep
the real thing runs
scarlet crimson red down my arms
and I slurp it from the ultimate source
my tongue and lips are stained red
not from your koolaid
but from my metalic taste of my own blood.
of which i may mention
is not sweet one bit
of course you wont know
because you like your fake cool blood
made with sugar, food coloring
and alot of other fake ingredients
that go along with your FAKE attitude, your FAKE personality,
and your FAKE way of life.
your embarrassed that your a
virgin
im embarrassed that i'm
not.
you still have your innocence
and mine was stolen away
you dont know shit little girl
not one bit.
do dont claim that you do. |
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