I sit curled like a cat next to the window,
My eyes wander across the calm landscape,
I enjoy the quiet sound, yet i know
That it is my short yet only escape.
I shall not know peace of mind until all
I have to do is done, the tornado
Of worrying thoughts, spirals through my head.
Strangely i do not want to let it go.
My quiet, lonely voice remains unheard.
I question the mute, I scream at the deaf.
Those who do not want to listen should not,
I do not ask for more than you can give,
Those who do not want to answer, don't
I do not ask for you to stay, please, leave.
All i ask from you is just to let me live
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