Nov 2019
Im here.
But you don't notice me.
I'm screaming.
But you can't hear me.
Im crying.
But all you see is a blank stare
I'm begging to feel alive
as the wounds on my arm spill the crimson liquid
But you don't notice me.
I'm screaming.
But you can't hear me.
Im crying.
But all you see is a blank stare
I'm begging to feel alive
as the wounds on my arm spill the crimson liquid
(18/Cisgender Female/Canada)
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