They walk in,
and tell me it’s all okay,
that they are going to fix everything.
But it’s just a dream
no one will come
there is no hope.
My life is cracked
broken past the point,
to mend.
Their lives will move on
as mine stands still.
Will they notice?
Or care,
If I’m gone.
I sit here alone,
wishing someone would care
but the door stays closed,
no one will ever come through.

 
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