please hear this last cry of mine, before i reach my heavenly shrine, or going of the other way, is it real anyway, you all claim to care but do you hear my cries to be relieved from fear, you gave up on me so long ago so my hurt you do not know, i give up this charade, this life i live myself i just cannot forgive and you all just watche me die and you all forget to cry you've made me forget all of my self-worth so watch me lower into the earth all the pain of you combine cannot amount to that of mine
Reason for writing:
Alone, My poetry is my last call for help from friends, and no one listens. I have just given up thinkning that soemone is out there that cares
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