Questions

The Truth

If you ask me,
What is wrong with you?
I’ll lie and say I’m fine
But when you touch me and
ask, are you okay?
I’ll cry and tell you why
But most properly I will lie
But when you love me and
you care about me
I might open up to you
and tell you the truth:
I cut myself, to heal my pain
I hurt myself, to cut myself free
I try to free myself,
from the damage inside of me
Now, I am broke all over
inside and outside
But hopefully,
soon I’ll be free
from the hurt inside of me

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