I asked myself everyday,
"Are you okay?"
Looking at my reflection,
I said nothing.
But, now, I wonder,
if I had said something before,
would my life had been better?
I thought ignoring my scars,
"Everything will be alright".
Now, I regret living,
trying so hard,
not saying anything,
it's hard breathe,
I don't want to live,
but, do I even deserve death?
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