The Chain

Brush me away,
Laugh in my face,
  Call out my name,
   Say I'm a disgrace.
    Start hurtful rumors,
     Smear me with goo,
It doesn't compare to what will happen to you.

Later that day, 
Blood smears your floor,
You have dropped the blade,
You kneel by your bed,
So tidily made.
No one reaches out,
To lend you a hand,
You have killed yourself.
"No one Understands."

Back with the narrator 

Pill bottle dropped,
Eyes burning hot,
I can't be saved now,
My stomach in knots.
I am sleeping now,
I'm floating away.
I have been brought back,
For more torturous days.   

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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