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Her mask
She slits her wrists every night
 Because of you
 And still you don’t care
 She writes in blood, her name
 Across the letters she gives to you
 And still you don’t care
 She cries as she cuts her stomach
 Becomes hungry more and more each day
 And still you don’t care
 So I sit here
 Watching, listening, crying along with her
 Invisible cries
 Because she is gone
 And still he doesn’t care
 He waits for someone else to come
 He only cried once
 Once
 Once
 For the many times I have cried for her
 Because he never did anything
 Because he never cared
 Never bothered to kiss her and tell her
 She was everything to him
 He never did tell her that
 Maybe because he never really loved her
 The way someone else might have loved her
 But she was never to know that,
 No one bothered to tell her
 Now he has his arm around a promise
 To a girl, other than her shadow
 He doesn’t follow her shadow with roses
 Like a real boy should
 He doesn’t flinch, and brush back tears
 As your name is mentioned
 I do
 I brush away those tears
 He doesn’t
 And still he doesn’t care
 He still keeps his promise with that 
 Blonde haired girl who will give anything away
 Just to keep him by her side
 I wished he did something
 When he had the chance
 It’s too late
 I could’ve been the girl with the promise
 But I wasn’t 
 I will never be, 
 The girl with the promise
 Yesterday, those three words slipped
 Out of his open mouth
 “ I love you.”
 I guess I was wrong about him
 Being heartless
 Tomorrow he won’t be here…
 Killing himself, the way you did
 Maybe he really did care about her
 The way I did
 Then I found out the reason
 Why he took the razor to his perfectly 
 Tanned skin with no imperfect marks
 That blonde haired girl never existed
 He walked through the halls alone
 But now he is gone
 No one did anything about it
 I sit in that bathroom stall,
 Shirt drenched with salty tasting tears
 Wondering why I didn’t do anything about it
 Why I am now the “bad” one
 I can’t think of any reasons
 Why they are now, both gone
 Only that they were two people in love
 The only difference between the two of
 Them is that he never cared
 And she did
 She let her dreams of fairytales go
 And watched as she painted
 Her own picture a fierce blood red
 She watched as she dribbled a visible line
 Of blood down to where she would
 End up claiming nothing
 He did the same thing, letting his tough
 Boy hood float off,
 Leaving nothing but shattered glass
 As the result of a bloody suicide
 He slit his wrists because of her
 He loved her
 But the end came sooner than he thought
 And now I am the only one
 That has been left to suffer
 With the pain of what was lost
 To a stupid mistake boy
 Who pretended to not care
 And to a stupid girl who never
 Was patient enough to wait for his
 Precious words;
 “ I love you.”
 And now those three words belong
 To a no one
 No where.
