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After dark
as the door is closed everyone is asleep, the demon comes out.
the blade against your wrist making the art or your blood
no one cares
no one hears
its just them and the pain that they have held back for so long
the pain has subsided and there is only one thing left to do ; to let it destroy you bit by bit
they are tired
they are done
there is noting left to say or to do
they cry with their knees up to their cheat and music on so no one can hear the sobs and ask what’s wrong
every thing is wrong through
no one understands
the night is over and the blood is all dried up
“next time,” they say “ it will be the last.”
(2014)
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