The words stick like daggers

The laughs sting like burns

The names run through my mind

As I cut my wrist like paper

Wishing I was as dead as I am inside

The constant fear of people

The constant  thought of taking the easy way out

I never thought it was possible

For these tears to drown me

With nasty things called feelings

One day I was set free

The ones that once controlled me

Are the ones on the street

The ones working for me

The ones who are becoming me

But those daggers are still there

The burns

The scares

The feelings

Learn to respect each other

Because it sticks

And it hurts

And it ruins you as a person

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I feel so much positivity through this

Totally
(Sarcasm Intended)

~Kaydence