They see me
A tore up soul walking Earth
Do they know me?
No.
I guess that's why I build walls,
Not for people to climb, but for people to notice.
They never do.
Do they feel what I feel?
Doubtful.
They never cared.
I look at the world and imagine what it would be like without me.
Would anyone notice?
Probably not.
That's why my scars are there.
No one bothered.
There's only one cure to everything that's wrong with me.
Is anyone going to stop me?
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