Can they hear me?
i think not
i'm screaming out loud
out loud my every thought
But they don't care
why would they?
i've done nothing to them
what would they say?
My wrists are cut
i'm covered in blood
i'm lying on the ground
the bloods mixed with mud
I'm weaping
the tears run down my face
as if being chased
But do they hear it?
they don't hear my plees
i'm trying to live
but all i see is the leaves
the leaves above me
they remind me of something
oh yes, the people are leaving
The leaves above are disappearing
i feel my soul begin to drain
i'm beginning to die
but if i were alive
i would be insane
because of all the things that happened to me.
BY: alycia (cutyfromhell)
PS: nothing in this poem is true... i'm fine and i am alive.
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