They will never notice
How you opened your chest and tore all the flowers Out of your inner garden
Until all was left was sterile soil of scarcity.
Just to be good enough.
They will never notice
How you bit your veins to satisfy them,
How you brought the red tangled thongs to their feet.
They would just trample them.
How you cried.
How you tried.
How you died inside eons ago.

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Kinda hard n' harsh. I like it.