I'm sorry
It wasn't supposed to end like this
I was supposed to live forever
Invincible
Untouchable
Balanced

I know what you must be thinking
Poor little angel
Thinks she's not important
But you're wrong
I know I'm unimportant

This shows how many people are
Too lost in their own messed up worlds
To be lost in this
Real world

This piece of writing is for anyone
Who's ever fallen asleep on a tear-soaked pillow

For any one person that's ever
Cried a tear that was
Unnoticed
Uncared for
Forgotten

This poem is for anyone
Who's ever felt
Pushed aside
Lost
Unloved

It represents how many dribbles of blood
Have dripped out of the
Red designs upon our wrists

Shows how many times a night
We cry
Cry enough to pour out our
Souls
Beings
Cores

*When you think you're alone, remember you're not. Millions of
others deal with similar problems. Need to talk? Send me a PIM and I'll
try to help you in any way I possibly can.
Crisis

 
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