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Autumn A

Nobody Knows

Copyright, Autumn A

One and Two
Three then four
Slices, slashes,
Blood hits the floor.

Alone and scared
Razor in hand
Cut and watch
You don’t understand.

Long sleeved shirts
bracelets over wrists
Hide these wounds
No one can know this.

Press and pull
Release this pain
It doesn’t even matter
If I hit the vein.

Watch blood flow
As hands shake
Please don’t tell
I am fake.

Keep that smile
Pretend everything’s fine
Cause if I told
The secret wouldn’t be mine.

 

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