Hurt.

Don't you see her?
Don't pretend she's not there.
You're killing her. Every word.

Don't you see him?
The cuts that are decorating him?
His wrists could make a coloring page.

You can't ignore them.
Their skeletons poking out of their clothes.
"Are you sure you're not hungry?"

They are us.
And we are them.
We are destroying ourselves.

"You're gay."
"I hate you."
This is why we find them gone.

Their sheets are stained.
Their smiles are fake.
They have two people inside them.

They need to be heard.
Or you'll find them gone.
Lost to their own hand.

You can't ignore them.
They need you.
Because they are hurt.





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