You cut me then ask why do I bleed.
You push me to the ground then ask how did I get that scrape on my knee.
You choke me and ask why I can't breathe.
I was the one who bandaged the cut.
I was the one picking myself up off the ground.
I was the one trying to breathe.
I should've stayed out of that rut.
You didn't me when I was around.
When you were around I missed me.
By Selena Myers
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