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heart beaten down like the others before us

unable to speak as we are trapped by this gloomy

prison of judgment and hate 

our minds never to be heard because we are chosen

to be ignored 

but our tears cannot wash away the blood steins on the skin

or the poison in our memorys 

a mind and heart made up from pills ,every bridge or rope seen

as a door to happiness

you say i am mental,insane ,crazy.i say im an artist

and my body is my canvas but i hold not a brush

or a pencil but a knife
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Wow! What a very heart felt poem. And I feel like the message of that was: Being judged for who you are and being hated for it, will eventually lead to suicide, and thats sad because so many people want to see you live.

And on another note, this was well written. 

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