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The questions asked
the glares thrown at me
the \\\"comfort\\\" given
makes me feel so weary

the snide remarks
the obvious replies
the insecurity recieved
my downcast eyes

the wristband off
the bracelets removed
i didn\\\'t stop cutting
and that can be proved

the fear of being known
the worry of getting caught
i stopped on the wrist
but now my leg, a lot

the lies i have to tell
the excuses i have to make
this just too much
no more can i take

**sorry this is really sloppy.. but i was pissed off.. and yeah**