who hears me
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She who seem sad,
There is no rhyme scheme here. There is no melody to the song. No place where I belong. I bleed here. I love here I die here
It’s not for attention, it’s not for respect. It’s for me, I need to speak my silence I am tired of hiding how I feel, You constantly think you know, But honestly I just need to heal All on my own.
I turned my head in a feeble attempt to ignore the bleeding pen.
I write for no one except me. I write for no one because they see Pain and distress in the words I speak. They don’t see the beauty. Instead they stiff letters peak Up with a different voice,