Unfold

May 30, 2019

If I could unfold

I would be told

to forget the past, run away

and face today

they wouldn't see

my biggest plea

to take a knife

and end my life.

What they would see

is a girl like me

who fought to keep her friends happy

In the end

I fell again

but no one was there

No one would care

that someone like me

suffered by three

just to keep her friends happy.

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