Actions speak louder than words.
I shouldn't have to say that word
for you to know. My dehydrated lips
and dark-circled eyes should suffice.
I stopped caring all together. I never
wanted to go out anymore. I joked about
it a lot, and if you really knew me,
you'd know that my struggles turn into jokes.
How can you say I'm being selfish,
When I feel like I'm melting inside?
Those 'losers' I defended, that you yelled
at me for, I'm one of them.
I'm that loser you hate.

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