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Dead- yet alive
Wishing you could just die
Nothing left to lose
Nothing there to gain
Screaming for attention
But silent, all the same

You blame her
Though you shouldn't
It's all her fault
But it isn't
How could she know
What you do to yourself
When you're alone

She's supposed to be able to fix all
It's in her job description
But maybe you're just
Beyond fixing
By her at least
You're too far gone

So you bleed
Until it doesn't hurt anymore
Or at least not as much.