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i wonder if this was meant to be

the pain that always runs through me

my scars shows nothing on the outside

but inside theyre still bleeding

my heart has stopped beating

my eyes will always cry

even when no tears are seeping out of my eyes

do people know whats going on in my head

i dont think they do

they look at me weird when i break into tears

they look at me in sympathy when i scratch the hell out of me

they dont understand why i cry

why i do all those crazzy things i do

why i hit my friends and scream at them

i dont want to hurt them

they just get in my way of myself

i can be happy i can be sad

i can be crazy i can be mad

i get easily upset

i am an emotional wreck