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A depression took over me and so this was born.


Submitted:Aug 19, 2011    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Blood wash pretty upon the floor here in silence

screams once more become a mute to their ears

my reason to this isnt very clear

but I crawl back to a friend I hold dear

Sunk beyond the needs of those which I serve

emotion have no time to find my worn out soul

yet is there a soul here to claim as mine

anything of which I redeem as mine

becomes a crime in there eyes

and I am lost upon the human race

sick of their face

sick of their smell

sick of caring for those which dont get it

why must I be here

question remain unanswered

answers with no question

I have fallen to this world

born to a place I dont belong to





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