Dal

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Copyright Dal

They have no empathy or sympathy,
They just judge.
Their words constantly coming at me,
Binding me, I can’t talke.
Drowning me their language,
I can’t breath,
I’m sucking in thick blood
Gulping it into my lungs
Swimming in my self-infliction.
Razor blades line the walls and floors
No matter what I do I have to bleed.
Crying and bleeding and yelling,
There is no way out,
There is no cry for help,
I am lost in words of hatred.
Can’t see through the thick blood,
Swimming blind, I could get cut
I can’t kick the strangling pain
It holds my limbs tight,
Never letting me go,
Always making sure I’m suffering,
Pummellingme with pain.
The room starts to drain,
Am I free?

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She sits alone on a chair,
People walk in and out the door, they don’t look at her, they don’t care.
She is a shadow that just blends into the wall
A figment of everyones imagination, she doesn’t exist to anyone.
She is in a constant downward fall
Never stopping until the great pound of the ground stirkes her,
Like reality it is painful but true, never leaving her side.
Like a ghost it haunts her, restricting her movements, confining her.
She is nothing to everyone, nothing that matters,
She is thrown on the curb,
Garbage that no one wants.

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