You never heard me cry,
The first time my heart broke.
You've never seen the depression,
That's in my eyes.
And most of all,
You don't see the scars on my arms,
Even though there still bleeding.
So why do you expect a thank you?
I never asked you do those things you did.
I never told you to tell me those things you told me.
I can't stop crying,
Everyday I'm reminded.
Of how much it hurt,
When you left me.
No one heard me cry,
No one saw my depression,
No one saw the blood on my arms.
So why do you expect a thank you?
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