Your life is full of misery, a broken chain of pain. Wherever you stand it will rain, just like your falling tears. This world is full of emptiness that makes you feel alone. And your sadness no one can know, only a mask do we see. You scream out loud for an answer, but your voice is unheard. Similar to a tired bird is the dying of your soul. Looking at yourself without love, you want a solution. Not thinking of how those actions ruin more lives than your own. You begin questioning afterlife, asking who cries for you when life here if finally through. Will they remember you? But it's not even possible to move ahead, then back. You'll be left standing in the past as just a memory. No one likes to lose a loved one, especially you. Don't give up on life as some do and end it thoughtlessly. Put your hand in mine if you need, then I'll be there to help. Soon you will see that in yourself is all the hope you need. There are people who love and care, people who need you near. We would miss you so much down here, please don't let us lose you. Copyright February 1, 1999 by Bobbie J. BrownBirth sign: Scorpio
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