Like a zombie
I walk
Through these
Putrid halls
Trying to look past
All the faces staring

Now they know
Now they see
Blood drizzles down
From a new cut
And they see

What part
Of showing me
Made me think
They*d care
They may see
But they
Don*t understand
My pain
Or my fear

I*m neck deep
In a pile of hate
And they all can see
And still
It piles up
Suffocating me

 
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