I sat on the back of the bus and prayed that someone saw me cry. That someone could her me scream in agony. I was last in line, I reached my arm out like a beggar wanting you to see me, was I mad to scream until my lungs burned or was it stupid to grab at the air which is you. My eyes leak with sick envy as I crawl like an insect and you step on me. Tears that do not make a statement, Blood like water to those eyes of yours, call me insane, mad, sick, and twisted. OH! how I wish these words will reach those retched ears of yours so I will forget you and the people around you.my eyes have shut, my lips silent, and my heart bled now leave me be so I may cry alone.
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