These words
the words that
bubble up
in the back of my throat
that linger around
but never come out
the words that
you will never hear
those are the words
that mean the most to me
and the tears
the tears that stay
locked in my eyes
that rest there
never to be shed
those are the tears
the tears that you
will never see
and these cuts
that hide behind
my sleeves
the cuts that cower there
all day
you will never see
and these cuts
these cuts
are part of me
and the blood
the blood that flows
freely from my arm
the blood that stains
my whole existence
my whole life
you will never see
these words
these tears
these cuts
this blood
you linger in
your ignorance
you live happily there
but don't you care?
don't you love me
like you said?
these words
these tears
these cuts
this blood
don't you care?
don't you care?
don't you care?
these words
these tears
these cuts
this blood
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