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They laugh when they think I can't hear
They stare when they think I can't see
They know how to hurt me.
Insecure in hatred for them,
I don't know what to do.
I feel used.
Locked inside myself
I wish I was dead.
How can I be so self-centered?
Chances are its hatred.
Staring at a blade&;#8230;
Written on it is my name.
Times before the blade has been used
Why stop now?
I can't find an excuse.
The scars stay
And I hate myself more everyday.
They laugh when they think I can't hear
They stare when they think I can't see
They'll never understand their effect on me.