People cant see the real me.
I wish they could see how much pain is put on me
they cannot accept
only reject
take in the good
ignore the bad
Then it seems ignoring went too far and now I’m dead.
someone could have saved me but
they saw right through the bad right to the good
now that I’m dead,
they twisted everything up
to see right through the good and into the bad

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