Silent Tears
Mommy
You
hold
back
tears
when
You
see
My
scars.
The
Tangled
And
Twisted
And
Mangled
Marks
Covering
my
Arms.
You
Whisper
To your
Friends
About
Sending
me
away
again,
while
I
sit
in
my
room
and
let
the
blade
slither
across
my
arms.
Mommy,
You
think
This
is
my
fault,
That
I
do
this
For
fun…
But,
Mommy,
I
do
this
Because
of
my
pain.
The
pain
Of
being
Sent
Away,
Never
Hearing
A kind
Word
I’m
At the
Breaking
Point…
Mommy,
Can’t
you
hear
Me?
The
Soul
that
urns
to
rip
free
from
my
body?
Mommy,
Listen
To
My
Silent
Tears
They
Will
Be
Gone
Soon…
Mommy…
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