They Don't Know Me
                  


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An 18+++ poem-like story or story-like poem whose sole purpose is to help anyone who reads this, spreading a very important message which many of today's society don't seem to get...
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They Don't Know Me

PLEASE Only continue reading if you're 18+ and are not easily offended by adult content. Thank you:)

All my friends are asking "Why so sad?", trying to reassure me that life's not so bad.

"Come dude, have another drink", they order me, seriously thinking that alcohol can make me stop to think, even make me forget to blink.

What they don't know is that no amount of shots is able to stop my brain from working.

They have no idea about the things so disturbing That I'm already drunk from all the sickening thoughts and haunting emotions.

They think my biggest problem in life is not having an iPhone;

They think my biggest problem in life is not having an iPhone; they don't know what it feels like to be completely alone.

They think the pain of a broken heart equals the pain of a broken bone. Sometimes I get the feeling that they're still children, only I have grown.

They don't know about the girl that tried to kill herself because of me, don't know what it's like to blame yourself constantly.

They don't know what it was like when she told me that each scar on her arm

represented a fake "I love you" that I said, causing an everlasting, never-fading regret.

They never saw the picture she sent me of her bleeding wrist, the reason being me

calling her another girl's name after we kissed.

I've made so many mistakes, it'd be an enormous list.

But I don't blame them.

But I don't blame them. I don't blame them for not knowing what's going on inside my head,

But I don't blame them. I don't blame them for not knowing what's going on inside my head, I don't blame them for not knowing how many times I wished I was dead.

It's probably my fault not opening up, burying my secrets and mistakes deep down,

It's probably my fault not opening up, burying my secrets and mistakes deep down, piling them up right until I drown.

Whoever reads this, promise me to learn from my mistake

Whoever reads this, promise me to learn from my mistake and get things off your chest before it's too

Whoever reads this, promise me to learn from my mistake and get things off your chest before it's too late...

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