Cry For Help
I cried for help,
But no one could see,
The pain on the inside of me.
There weren't open wounds,
That threatened my life,
But the pain in my mind,
Was a bloodletting strife.
Can't you hear the words I'm saying?
Listen with your heart not your ears,
Maybe than you can identify,
My pain and my fears.
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