I sometimes scream without making any noise because I don't want to bother people.
I like to cry in the shower because no one will bother me.
I can only think of two nice things to say about myself and that bothers me because I thought I loved myself more than that.
I wish people would listen when I tell them I'm hurting because I'll only bother once.
I say sorry after crying because, well, I'm sorry for bothering you with my pain.
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Shai Duncan
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