RATE MY POEM PLEEZE! =]

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I see what i got on my shirt.
This is what happens when i pretend your words don't hurt.
Bottling up and hiding the pain.
It feels just like a heavy chain.
With noone else to help me get a rest.
I find another way to get it iff my chest.
When noone answers my call,
and ignores my plea,
it means noone sees me cutting me....
(BTW,I DONT CUT!!I PUT MYSELF IN OTHER PEOPLES SHOES)