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Scream.

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Sounds rip through my throat that should not be human.
I'm tired of being silent and unheard.
I'm sick of this.
I'm ready for this to end.

But still, as my lips move, no one turns their head.
Why won't they listen?
Why don't they care?
Why do they look away?

With a growl of frustration, I close my mouth.
I am silent again.
I am thinking, wondering, questioning.
I am mute.

And no one can save me.

***

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of going unheard.
I'm tired of the pain and suffering.
I'm tired of wishing, and hoping, and dreaming.
My wishes don't come true.
My hope won't last for long.
My dreams feel like they've been crushed.
Will screaming help relieve the pain?
Will talking it out help?
Will sobbing or kicking or punching or words help?
Will anyone care to save me?
I'm beginning to think nothing can save me.
No one can save me.
But myself.

who can i save? || get up and show you care

thank you for reading. <3

                                                                                                                        xoxo,
                                                                                                                                          Rose
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  1. Jessie10.5.13

    Story. Of. My. Life.
    <3

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  2. Kenzie10.5.13

    Mhm.

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  3. Kenzie11.5.13

    P.S. Psssssst...*whispers* You're amazing. And I'll always be here or you. :)

    Glitter Fights and Hug Attacks ( and *cough* kidnapping *cough* Josh. *cough*) <3

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    1. Rosie11.5.13

      Aww, thanks for the comment/s dear. •-• I appreciate it. <3

      And *cough* don't forget *cough* Connor *cough* •-•
      -Rosie

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