Cutting

      You can screan as loud as you possibly can yet

no one seems to hear

       You stare at the cut

as you shed your last tear

       Seeing the blood drop onto the floor,

you start to feel so so sore

        Never knowing how much one can 

really feel

         As you take your last breath,

your not knowing how much you have left

          Saying 

"I love you" as your last words

           Just knowing that you were never really heard

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