They
They talk about me
Stare in jealousy
Acting like they care
Giving these fake hugs
Reopening barely healing scars
Each word carving deeper
Smiling
I bleed internally
My heart yarns for an escape
Trapped
Torn
I sit isolated
In a room full
Of my blood
This is the only bond we have
For they don’t love me
And frankly I don’t care
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