I feel so alone.
So alone that I am invisable to the world.
While people tell dirty secrets and half-truths,
I listen.
And wait.
To hear the sound of my name.
To know that some part of me is still alive.
But no voice spoke my name.
So Alone
So Alone that when I wander the streets at night and listen to gun shots, I
wish that one of the bullets hit and kill me. But it wouldn't matter
though, cause I already feel dead.
So Alone
So Alone that when I cry, I make no sound.
No sound to others.
If only they can feel my pain.
If they could, they would want to die.
Like me.
So Alone
So Alone
So Alone
 
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