As I... Poem by Victoria Ritchie

As I...



As I will sit here, alone,
Everyone takes pity, on me,
They see my scars, the marks,
Promising they understand, they don't,
When will they leave me,
Stop looking at my wrists,
Don't judge me by my scars,
Just let me scream,
SCREAM, SHOUT, CRY, DIE!

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