There is no one left
I saw the bruises,
The pain,
and did nothing.
I saw the cuts,
The blood,
and did nothing
I saw the anger,
The sadness in their eyes,
and did nothing.
Now I have the bruises,
the pain
the cuts
the blood
the anger
the sadness
and there's no one left
no one that cares enough
to help me.
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