Salty tears stream down my face,
Metallic blood drips on the floor,
The cuts are woven in my skin,
And the pain is screaming,"More."
I wipe my cloudy eyes,
And sniff my running nose,
Not that anyone would care,
So now here it goes,
I step up on the chair,
One more onto the table,
Tie the rope into a knot,
And hope that the silence remains stable.
I reach a foot out off the wood,
I place it back quickly,
I'm still debating what I'm doing in my head,
When I jump off very slickly.
My damaged body dangles,
My eyes sealed shut,
But no one knows at all,
'Cause no one cares about a mutt.
"She wasn't very smart."
"Nor was she pretty."
"She never was important."
"No one gives her pity."
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