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They would keep their children lying and dying 

But never treat a plumber or an electrician the same 

I would be starving in my room for hours 

Who would care? Who would ever think of me?

They starve the monster inside me then complain about the consequences 

My mouth is dry and my throat hurts 

They feed me insults and fights 

This world is not fair

I might die right now unnoticeably

In my room there’s a cloud of despair falling down on me drops of pain, hate and self-harm. 

Yes, you failed to save me