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2017

I feel alone

Crying inside

Looking for a way out

No one will miss me

No one will know

The knife is calling my wrist

I feel like a drone

With nowhere to hide

I can't even shout

I can't even flee

I feel so low

I sure I'll not be missed

17 December 2017 - 11:57am — allets

Broad shoulders here, lots of em on PostPoems.

11 February 2019 - 11:34pm — Wandering_Soul85

Thanks I appreciate the offer.

I'm mature enough to forgive you, But not dumb enough to trust you.