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That's Not Me
I’m a happy girl,
I tell jokes and cheer people up when they’re down
But, sometimes, I’m not me
Sometimes, I cry into my pillow
And stare at the scars on my left arm
I try to be happy
But I’m just not
I could call a friend, and talk to them, ask for help
They owe it to me, after all the times I’ve helped them
But, I don’t
That would mean introducing them to a strange girl I sometimes am
I just can't do that, because
That's not me
So I sit alone and let her take me over
And in the morning,
I wash my bloody night gown
And transform back into myself
Published 27th Feb 2012
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27th Feb 2012 10:41pm
I am going through the same as you. Except I don't cut on my arms, I cut on my hip were no one will see it because I've gotten in trouble for it.
Anyways, I constantly help my friends with their problems and what do I get in return? A backstabber. Maybe you should just find that one person you can connect to. It might take some time, but you'll find somebody who likes you as the strange girl. They're in the most obvious of people, just listen to the eyes. They tell the real story.
Anyways, I constantly help my friends with their problems and what do I get in return? A backstabber. Maybe you should just find that one person you can connect to. It might take some time, but you'll find somebody who likes you as the strange girl. They're in the most obvious of people, just listen to the eyes. They tell the real story.
27th Feb 2012 11:55pm
This poem is actually a little dated, I’m a lot better now, I have a great boyfriend, amazing, supportive friends and I’m genuinely happy, even though sometimes, I feel like I’m being sucked back in. But I do agree that it’s all about finding people you can be yourself (or yourselves) with
