Faet Luate Poems

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What They Think
No one suspects a thing.
I am just another color in black.
They do not know I am hurt,
They do not know I cry,
They do not know I am killing myself tonight.
What they do not know is crucial,
But no one knows a thing.
My wrists are bloody from cuts,
My mind is corroded from hate.
Every night . . .
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Use Me
Whispers all around me,
Stares and awkward glances.
As I walk through the once familiar halls of life,
Memories flash before me,
Whispers of the past surround me.
I look around and see once familiar faces of friends.
They are just ghosts now. They shake their heads and sadly glide through me.
I . . .
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