The Words the World Ignored

She tries to scream,
But words unspoken.
She begs and pleads but the world is yet to listen;
Her last resort as a cry for help,
She picks up a blade and tells her story herself.
With each drop of blood and tears
That drips down her arm,
The stories, the words, her unspoken self.
Each cut and scar tells a tale,
About her past, her struggle, her pain.
But what is the gain?
Thick blood and rivers of tears,
All the words the world ignored to hear.

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