Hushed Wind


I speak,

But no one hears me.

I scream,

And they all ignore me.

I tap their shoulder,

But thy brush me off as if I were nothing.

I begin to cry,

And they thing that they hear something.

I walk away,

But nobody noticed.

I show up tomorrow,

But nobody cares.

I cut my wrists and bleed all over,

They ask: “Who spilt their soda?”

I shoot myself in the head.

They ask: “Did you hear something”

And say: “Naw, it’s just the wind.”

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