Mon, 06/03/2013 - 02:19 -- Baceves

I made three phonecalls on a sunday.
My parents didn't answer.
My best friend didn't answer.
I called 911 and she told me to tell the officer when he got to my home.
I called for help.
My wrists were slit.
Red was everywhere.
But they didn't listen
They were sitting in their nice clothes, in pews, praying to God about something more important than me.
And the last thing I said was "sorry."


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