Not much of a poem. More like heart-filled stanzases. I was hurting and felt like no one cared and no one was willing to try.

Letting me die wouldn’t be much of a tradgity.

It’s better than the pain inside that no one can see.

I am always over looked, 

read like an unopened book.

They think they know me,

but I’m just another sad soul they won’t see.

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