Self harm is not always the scar that bleeds
The smoke killing you, the pain in getting laid,
They are the slow deaths, killing silently in dark
Never the truth, however brutal is the mark
Why am I gay, why do i don't feel like others
Why am I not NORMAL, why these thoughts
Creeping in, caging me, the world sees me free
You see the diamond, but I'm still the tree!
- crimson_starry
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