Sick

October 3, 2017

I felt sick to my stomach

discusted with myself

wanting to make you smile

but knowing there's nothing I could do

so I hated myself more

because I made you mad at me

wanting you happy

but instead I made you feel crappy

probably gonna leave me soon

When you find out these scars are new

hate myself even more

because I hurt you

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