The pounding
The rush
The annoyance
The anger
Filling you up
You want to be saved from this
Nothing feels good
Only pain
How can you be saved when you didn't save
The heart ache
The breaking sound
You want to leave
But you never gave them a chance to leave
The secret pleas
The silent whimpers
The suddenly dried red
Starting to become the last of you
Bright yellow, orange, and red
Black following the trail
A scream bursts out
Echoing around
Bouncing off the walls
Entering through the walls
Finding ears
A quiet fills in now
Leaving you to realize
How much you wanted it to end
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