tiffani hamilton Poems

The words she writes drive me insane
All she does is complain
For reasons I can not explain
Each and everyday I wonder why i'm here
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She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist,
Her paint brush is a razor

And her canvas is her wrist,
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Everyday I sit and cut.
Their opinions are so blunt.
I keep my feelings in cage.
While on my hips i take out my rage.
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A smile on my lips.
Cuts on my hips.
When i get pissed,
Cuts on my wrist.
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Im not worth anyone's tears,
after all these years, why am i still here?
Nobody would be sad if I was gone,
Everyone would simply just move on.
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