Wanting to shriek
Wanting to die
Beaten & bruised
Alone I cry
Who’s to blame?
They say my name
My only wish
Is cut my wrist
My heart is torn
Lonely & forlorn
Messing my life
Weary & worn
Seek help from you
Scolded to trash
Craving to care
Left me to stare
Release me please
Kill me yourself
To give my heart
A place to rest
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