Why do they do so?
To hurt me?
Is what they have done not enough?
No
Its never enough
They must hurt me to no end
For I am week
And they are strong
For I am nothing
My pain wounds me
There words wound me
For I am broken
They are happy
They rejoice in my pain
They are happy, I am sad
They are taunting
They are laughing
It all hurts
I put on a brave face
I put on a fake smile
I put on a fake me
But inside I am scared
Inside I am crying out for help
In side I am broken
So ill go on pretending
Ill play happy family, happy girl
Ill do it for you
Lets play pretend
Ill pretend to be happy
And you'll pretend to care
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