Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ You don't know me ❯ Chapter 1
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You don't know me
You don't know what I think about,
You don't know who I am.
You have no idea that I wish I was dead,
Or that you're all that runs through my head.
You don't know that I lay in bead and cry,
Or that all I think about is suicide.
You don't know what I have been through,
Yet you judge me as if I were you.
I sit here and cut myself,
And as I bleed the pain releases from within me.
I have my way you have yours,
You tell me that I am wrong but you don't know me.
I wake up every day knowing that the world hates me,
and you have proved my point.
I do my best yet its not good enough.
They look at me,
But they don't know me.
They judge me because I look or act a certain way,
But they don't know me.
I have been raped and drugged and I cut and bruise myself,
I hate they way they pity me all I want is for someone to take the time to
get to know and understand me.
I am not who I seem to be,
I have taught myself to forget the things that I don't like,
But you just tell me that I lie.
I have made up a world all one my own,
Where it's safe for me until I am called home.
A place where bad things don't exist,
And every day ends with your kiss.
Every night I dream of this day but until then,
You don't know me.
You don't know what I think about,
You don't know who I am.
You have no idea that I wish I was dead,
Or that you're all that runs through my head.
You don't know that I lay in bead and cry,
Or that all I think about is suicide.
You don't know what I have been through,
Yet you judge me as if I were you.
I sit here and cut myself,
And as I bleed the pain releases from within me.
I have my way you have yours,
You tell me that I am wrong but you don't know me.
I wake up every day knowing that the world hates me,
and you have proved my point.
I do my best yet its not good enough.
They look at me,
But they don't know me.
They judge me because I look or act a certain way,
But they don't know me.
I have been raped and drugged and I cut and bruise myself,
I hate they way they pity me all I want is for someone to take the time to
get to know and understand me.
I am not who I seem to be,
I have taught myself to forget the things that I don't like,
But you just tell me that I lie.
I have made up a world all one my own,
Where it's safe for me until I am called home.
A place where bad things don't exist,
And every day ends with your kiss.
Every night I dream of this day but until then,
You don't know me.