Broken
Cuts marking the wings and femur,
Concealed underneath an imaginary grin
Inside the consciousness of a dreamer
Being harmed as if committing an actual sin
Society ignorant of others heartache
Beauty changing into insensitivity
Constrained under intimidation, enduring to remain awake
Forced into this proclivity
Manifestation of misery neglected
Called attention seekers without understanding
Mercilessly subjected
Forcing oneself to stay standing
Life streaming out the slits
The ever existing proof covering the wrist
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