I will slit my wrist to empty the pain.
Words can’t help me now.
I’m tired of speaking an empty mind.
It’s the only way to express myself.
Talking was a useful trick.
Even when nobody listened.
Maybe now you can see,
All this pain locked inside of me.
A mixture of anxiety, fear and pain.
All tangled up in my veins
Bleeding out will save my head.
Still a hollow heart remains.
Simply sweet poem to express unheard emotions :)
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