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by Reyna Jun 2, 2014 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You hold me close, In your arms I look into your eyes You slide your hand into mine You smile brightly But I turn away Unable to look back into your eyes You ask me what's wrong I play along and say that I am fine. You lift up my chin, and look once again into my eyes, But I hang my head as your eyes meet mine You hold me close In your arms As I look away Your hand moves softly up my wrist You lift up my sleeve And every cut and every wound continues to bleed You look at me I look away with tears in my eyes Unable to answer your only question, why?