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Trapped
February 13, 2017
I’m dead on the inside
I ran out of pride
I can't feel
My mouth must be sealed
I can’t let anyone in
Now is that such a sin
Why can’t you see
That I need help to find the real me
As the blade kisses my skin
My heart that was once steel turns to tin
I regret believing in your words
I screamed yet never was heard
Will you be at my grave
Since I couldn't be saved
The roses are dying
And so you begin crying
My name begins to fade
At the grave where I once laid
I'm now drenched in the smell of rot
You never loved me or so I thought
© Emily E., Marblehead, MA
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