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You say you love me,
but you don’t know anything
about me.

You don’t know
that I cry myself to sleep
most nights,
in quiet sobs
so no one hears.

And when I am alone
I shout at the top
of my lungs
and pound against my heart
to feel something.

You don’t know
how deep your words cut,
and that I slit
your hate across my wrists.

And that I pray desperately
for the Lord to
strike me dead
because there’s
no life left in me.

You don’t know
that I feel pain
every single day,
the worst kind,
the one that no one sees.