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worthless, losing hope.
ungrateful and unworthy
of the saving grace given to me
most unsatisfying is this world
cheap thrills are not all they make themselves to be
they murder little children.
without hesitation or guilt, they murder.
inside there is more than most can see
outside i am cheerful
inside i am selfishly trying to win someone for myself
outside i am collected and calm
inside i am screaming
ripping my hair out
outside i am laughing
inside i am crying
inside i am bleeding
outside, i am living
inside, i am already dead.
goes to show how much
people don't pay attention
to what is in my eyes.
I read this poem to my husband, liked it :-)