You can't really see me,
you can't see the tears on my face.
You can't really hear me,
you can't hear me screaming disgrace.
Bloody Murder!
Bloody Murder to us all!
Author notes
Pain can come in many ways. In this case it isn't the murder, but rather the neglect.
Please tell me what you think
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I know how this one feels too.
Remember I'm always here for you though if you need me. Read some of my recent poems, they are dark and deprived, if you get your kicks on those at the moment.
xx

