Another Suicidal Poem

How many times do
My veins have to 
Tell you I'm not 
Okay?
A secret language written
With metal on skin.
A language you claim
To speak.
Why can't you hear me?
How many times does
A life have to end
Unexpectedly
Until you open your eyes?
A strange suffering that
Exists only in your mind.
Can no one help?
Will no one help?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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