A Slit
A cut...The blood...
You don't know what this does.
To hide the emotional pain...
I slit my vein!
People look at me different when they see the scars...
The emotional pain to carry is ours.
We make a decision...
Everytime we make an incision.
There is too much to bear...
But it's not like anyone out there cares.
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