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All I was trying to do was wipe the blood from her face,
give her a clean shirt,
and let her know she had a place in my heart.
She silently suffered, pulling pieces of herself off
throwing them down the drain..
She cried for help with a whisper
to a piece of paper,
carving into her skin the anguish she cannot feel.
Neglectfully, you shielded your eyes as she publicly led herself
into her seemingly private demise.
Let the records show, I firmly held her hand,
but you led her to believe she should let go.
Pointing your guilty blame at the family trash,
to divert the eyes from your failing tracts,
just in time to sweep the crimes under the rug.