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Who would believe why?
who would believe why they were

Sensitive    who would believe
they could be so hurt

By the people they love,
the ones they try not to love

Sometimes we hear them when we
have no other thoughts to think          passing the blame

Not accepting anything from us

enjoying seeing our pain

They’ve yearned to see the tears

I shed as I fall asleep

With my face in a pillow, “stop, they’re not worth it”

“stop”… but I can't

Not think of how it used to be
and not want it back