I used to be there.
In Your place.
Where You are now.
I used to wonder sometimes, too,
If I would really make it out.
Just. Like. You.
I see you hurting inside,
the deep slashes on the outside.
Dark marks upon your wrists,
Wet marks run down your cheeks.
I used to be there.
In Your place.
Where You are now.
I know how You feel,
I see Your sad smile,
And all I can do is watch You,
Struggling.
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