**listen, Just Once, Listen To My Crys** - Poem by Alicia Roseberry
the churning in my belly,
gets worse everyday,
who would want to live in this place?
who will be my savior?
i prey to see daylight,
nobody cares about a loney little girl,
they sleep through my screaming and crying,
i rip out my hair and pierce my skin,
the sight of blood,
i stop the self-mutilation,
and look in the mirror,
for today is a new day,
but who's to say,
maybe it will just be a reapeat of what goes on,
everyday of my life.
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