We're Dead

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TW: metion of death/being dead

You'll stand there and stare
While we're torn to pieces

You don't say anything
When we beg and plead for help

You refuse to look
When we need your help

You turn your back
As we get hurt

You stand over us
We're dead

You pretend to be hurt
Pretend to have been our friend
You say we were good people

If we could speak we'd call you out on your bullshit
But we're dead
And this time we can't speak
So there's nothing more to listen to

(16/7/21)

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