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Sometimes I wish they understood
But deep down I know they never could
They are stuck in their own ways
They won’t notice what I say
I can scream my lungs to bloody shreds
I could take a knife to my arms and legs
They won’t notice
They’ll never notice
They won’t see me around
I am just the background
Just a tiny dot, afraid
Casually fading away
I see them laugh at my kind
I hear them say it’ll be alright
What do they know?
They don’t feel the numb
Thousands of articles float in the wind
But nobody cares to search for it
They don’t want the answers
They don’t know our prayers
I hand them the resource
But they say it won’t work
They won’t even try
To see what’s inside
I feel like I’m dying deep down within
But why should they care of the pain I’m in?
They think they know all
Their words make me fall
They just make it worse
Now I am dirt
How do I talk to the people who birthed me
How can I finally make them understand me?