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Why do u say such hurtful things?
Why is it depression to my soul, your determined to bring?
Why do you have to call me
fat_ ugly _worthless _pathetic_ and so much more?
Why is it my wettest tears you wish to explore?

I just have so many questions.
So many unanswered ones
and all of the ones I know,
end in such depression!

I just hate talking to you,
because you speak the truth,
so honest and sometimes too true.

We used to be so close.
But now every time I see you,
my true self, I pray not to expose.
Sadly but true,
you know me in and out.
You know when I am happy.
You know how to make me scream and shout!

I hate to say this but
because of you and your hate
its you that gives me these cuts.

I see this person everyday in the mirror,
for I am this person,
and I wish them to disappear!