As you entered the hospital, and you walked down to my room, you saw me lying there, peacefully sleeping, I looked happy for once. But then you notived my wrist and how the bandages were stained red. You sat down beside me, and you saw all of my scars covering my arm, and then you realised how many times I needed someone, and how many times, that you weren't there.

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I enjoy the way I can get a opportunity of obtaining money just to share your taught in a poem.


I think this poem is interesting. It makes your loved ones feel guilty for not being there, and not understanding how you felt. It also has true emotion.  But I cant judge your way of thinking. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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