I feel the cement scraping my knees.
I feel life's hands around my neck.
Help! I'm drowning in my own blood!
I know it's mine because I never touched them.
As I was falling, my heart broke into pieces,
Cutting me where I was already weak in the first place.
People who I could not love.
Recorded in life's pages so that I will never forget.
The world can be so cold, people so cruel,
But the meanest of all is death.
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