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She sits all alone in the corner
The things she feels never foreign to her,
Her face is turned to the hard wood floor
The tears start to fall as she opens her drawer
Where are her friends that always stop the hurt?
As she finds a blade and a blood soaked shirt.
Soft tears fill her hard eyes
The blade rips through her skin, and she cries,
“I didn’t mean any harm, I swear
I did what I did because I care.
I don’t want to see him hurt you,
Nor do I want the drugs to claim you”
After this she falls silent,
Her hand, the blade, only become more violent
The words of red wounds glisten
They gleam for any eyes who will listen
A single word may not be spoken
But the story they tell is far from broken
and the silent screams will forever ring
For as long as you’re not listening.
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College graduate and Advanced Emergency Medical Technician.
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