I'm a project.
I'm broken, a snipped wire,
the sand in the bottom of your bag.
I frown
you won't see it
I cry
you won't see it
'I want to die.'
they see it. all they can see is it.
we love you
they say
we can fix you
we all think you're special
they say
i try to smile
for them
they care
but then i
frown
cry
and they don't see it.
w h i n i n g.
Stay alive. They don't care about your well-being. They don't care about your tears.
Just stay alive.
Miserably.
And they'll be satisfied.
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