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Poetry

Every Time.

Do you feel guilty
And pointless?
Overthinking?
I feel the same
I tried to hide it
With cuts and scrapes

But you didn’t hear a single word I said.

Did you feel it?
The way I felt it?
Do you suffer
As much as me?
Did you hear it?
The way they talked about it?
The way they talked about you and me?

All the lies.
Every time.
All the lies.
Every time.

I want to die-

Every time.

(originally published on Tumblr)