Unseen knife,
hidden blade.
Doing those things
your friends forbade.

Red slash,
crimson skin.
Laying there, praying
your life will end.

Problemed sobs,
saddened tears.
No one replies,
confirming your fears.

Dejected weeping,
uncontrollable crying.
Your tears are worse now,
as you are slowly dying.

Screaming pleas,
yelling prayers.
not a single reply,
nobody cares.

Resume to cutting,
but still I pray.
That you will stop
hurting yourself one day.
 
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