Sad
Sad
When you look in my eyes you see a little girl.
When you see my smile, you see happy.
But, lift up my sleeves
Look at my legs
Do you see them?
Burns
Cuts
Bruises
Scars
Still no?
Look deeper.
How about the hand print that i can see
Or is that only in my mind
The strangle marks or the scar from the broken glass bottle
The bones that pop out because im starving
Or bloodshot eyes because i cant sleep
I cant sleep knowing youre out there
Knowing you know where i am
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