Most cries for help fall on deaf ears
No need for celebration or friendly cheers
Just listen to the wind as it blows
As the pain does everything but slow
Shrieking in horror and slipping in your own blood
Are just side effects of everyone else's fun
No need to cry or scream out
No one cares and if they do then they just don't hear you shout
But just remember, if you escape into the night
They will always find you so don't put up a fight
It will hurt worse the more you try
So you might as well just roll over and die
~by: Victoria C.~
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Kerosene Heart
PoesíaPreviously known as The Poems Of My Heart ~ "These words cause me to burn, And my kerosene heart only makes the fire brighter." ~ I think in poetry so this is just full of my weird poems. Most are just really short. Sorry, if it gets depressing... B...
