Summary: Duo poem. Yay Duo.
Rate: I dont actually know what I am gunna rate this. I dont think it
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Disclaimer: Mine. Dont take. I dont own Duo or anything. But the poem is
mine. So ha.

What they have done to me
-Alana Haseen
There is a silent cry haunting my sleep.
Cold chills traveling up my back, they creep.
They wonder why I've gone depressed,
Why I am tired or why I am stressed.
I kill myself for them to see,
What they have done to me.
There is nothing left but tears and pain,
Each come and gone like wind and rain.
'Why do you drink?'
Why does one think?
'Why do you cut?'
Why does one cut?
It is all plain to see,
It's what they have done to me.
There is nothing more then dried tears,
And pain is gone, leaving only fears.
They will never know what they have done
For they are blinded as moon to the sun
Caught up in their own pety lies,
Waiting as their problem dies.
Eyes always look frowning on me,
And yet they think I cannot see.
They hate me and I them,
Never will they know who I have been.
I have been silent as death,
As well as quick as breath.
Now I am here, molding to them,
Being for them.
If I am dead none would care,
Just get a new one, one we can snare.
I will die soon enough,
Stress will be gone, hang in tough.
A coward in life as I will be in death
Silence taking breath
I wish for death and pain to come
Then I know my time is done
Look into my eyes and see
What they have done to me.