We are
Walking skeletons that no one sees
-Everyone notices-
Overworked slaves that no one feeds
-We are not hungry-
We are
Murder victims undetected.
Gaping wounds completely infected.
-No alcohol applied-
We walk
Ourselves through hell deliberately.
-We have no personality-
We get what we deserve
-Never any better-
Suicide through Mental Words.
A voice inside tells Right and Wrong.
The monster consumes us until we are gone.
We walk together.
-Stand alone-
We have no place to call home.
We hurt- We heal-
We cannot feel.
Always good, but not good enough.
Our lack of sensation makes us
"Tough".
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