I come to you with
bloodied hands and
broken bones.
I'm hurt, I say
But you can't hear me. I'm
screaming
Why can't you hear me?
There is no sound but my
screaming
Why can't you hear me?
You look past me.
You never heard me.
I'm not here.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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