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Another Suicidal Poem

by HospitalForSouls

How many times do My veins have to Tell you I'm not Okay? A secret language written With metal on skin. A language you claim To speak. Why can't you hear me? How many times does A life have to end Unexpectedly Until you open your eyes? A strange suffering that Exists only in your mind. Can no one help? Will no one help?
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Published
Jun 18, 2015
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#suicide#depression#alone
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