I cannot tell, for I’m not wishing to bore
thinking of a history where hurt shows no bounds
damaged with a heart that is openly found
some say I am at fault, some are correct in thought
a fragile individual, emotionally caught
on the outside strong yet, do not belong
enough, has been said, it’s time now for bed
to crawl up the stairs, resting a buzzing head
reaction to the words, once or twice said
speak can be bitter, it is a cut like a knife
sticks and stones could take a persons life.
forging ahead is the only way
depression dredging on, it always has a say
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