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A Poem by Kiara
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it's a sad poem, my english teacher said it was my best. i hope you like it.

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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.

© 2016 Kiara


Author's Note

Kiara
ignore gramma or spelling issues, if someone is to read this please tell me what you think.

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Added on December 14, 2016
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Kiara
Kiara

Adelaide, Australia



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Hey, I'm Kiara. I'm 16 I love to write, stories, books and poetry. I love to write, I hope to be a good writer one day, I'm a beginner so not very good. Horror will be my main themes. more..