Dedicated to Khiana, who has inspired me to do poetry again
Thanks, hun;)
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Cuts on her hips
Tears in her eyes
Nobody cares
And she wonders why
"Silly question,"
The voices imply
"Nobody will care,
Not 'till you die,
And even then,
You'll still be worthless
But death is the only way
That you'll hurt less"
Cut down her wrist
Closed are her eyes
With blood on the side
Tears stream down their faces
And she wonders why
"You didn't care then
So why do you care now?"
She asks herself
As she watched the scene
"Well, the answer is clear,"
The voice enters her mind,
"They cry only because they feel obliged,
Not to cry would seem a crime,
Everyone should morn a loss of life,
But they don't really care,
They don't even mind
After all,
It's only you that died"
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Poetry
PoetryI'm going to go ahead and put a trigger warning on this. Thank you for reading:)x