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Third Wheel

Third wheel

A broken heart

Lonesome tears fall on her pure white flesh

An endless void

An empty laugh

Blood spilling from her open vein

Silent screams

Cries never heard

Falling into a pool of blood and tears

A lost soul

A forgotten friend

Ignored from the ignorance of their bliss.

Their joyful words spear me,

Jab me, poke me, kill me.

Can’t they see me as I cringe

Each of their happy words stinging me.