Not heard
I want to be heard
I yell, scream, but I'm never heard.
I cry
I scream more
And yell until
My throat hurts.
The only way to be heard is pain.
Hurt others to be heard.
Hurt yourself to be heard.
To be heard is to be hated.
And criticized
And hurt
And possibly killed
and I don't want to be that way
Just hurt.
And hurt.
No one can be heard until the world gets a taste of what they are doing to you!
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