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Can You Hear Me?


I'm calling out,
but nobody hears me.
Is anyone there?
Does anyone care?

Tears streaming down 
my face, I can't do this
anymore. I just want
to be normal.

I want parents that 
don't leave. I want 
friends who care.
I want to be happy.

Red lines trace over
my wrist. I'm sorry,
I couldn't stop myself.
I needed it.

Dark circles hang
under my eyes. I haven't 
slept in days, My thoughts
keep me awake.

The tears stop coming.
I'm not sad anymore,
just numb. This is worse 
than sadness, though.

My throat is raw
from the crying and 
calling. I eventually stop
calling. Nobody's coming.

The tears stop, 
the calling out stopped, 
everything stopped. 
I gave up.

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