Attention is not what I seek,
I just want you to see the wrong.
My attempts have left me frail and weak.
You ignored my ailment too long.
I don't want to be normal,
I want to disappear from view.
I need to be dysfunctional.
I can't be seen by you.
Are you actually noticing my rotten core,
or do you overlook my life?
Does my body need to suffer more
for you to see through this lie?
I don't want to be normal,
I want to disappear from view.
I need to be dysfunctional.
I can't be seen by you.
Have I carved the message deep enough
for you to finally see your fear?
Do my crimson clots oppose your love?
Will you run, and not stay near?
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