US

We cut,we bleed,we scar,
we threaten suicide.
no one understands,
no one seems to care.
they always say...it'll be alright...
but it won't. No one believes what we say,
but in the end they'll all pay.
They thought we wouldn't,
they thought we were all talk.
Soon they will see...that we do not lie...
They call it a cry for attention,
They call it normal,
we all know the end is near,
we all know death has found its way,
so many choices, so many surprises...
They thought we weren't serious,
but they will all see,
when the end comes,
and they will realize,
we are not alright.

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