artworkA Poem by Kiarait's a sad poem, my english teacher said it was my best. i hope you like it.i'm just another face in the crowd, no one would notice. no matter how loud i scream, i'm not to be heard. i'm not to be seen, not to be remembered. not to be wanted, the stitches who are as silent as a dead persons cries are more meaningful than my cries of pain. motionless and stiff has more breath than the ones i take. my oxygen to be cut off is what i plead for but never one to be taken for. i plead for death, plead for a way out. but i'm never heard. why can't that angel of dark bring it upon me years of suffering and hope because maybe then i would be able to feel. mentally i have so much pain but my body is numb, i don't feel the cuts that i impale into this bag of bones covered in a canva. i'm an artist i claim, i am an entertainer. i etertain the Gods of Hell by painting such beautiful artwork. i'll buy it for a million people would cry, i'd pay to have it stop. no one understands my beauty, i have an eye for thou beautiful art in these priceless scars.
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