Life

by Beautifully Grotesque   Jun 5, 2005


I sit here in my room as i hear them scream,
my mind racing in all directions,
a slip of the knife, I'm bleeding,
No one cares, there discussing divorce, money, their problems,
I could die right now.
Would anyone notice?
No.
I'm crying, someone help me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs,
No one moves,
No one cares,
No one is here.
All alone, crying, bleeding, screaming for help.
I run. Run away from here,
Searching. Searching for a life.

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