Alone I feel once again
sad, and confused.
When will I feel better? When, oh when will I
stop feeling blue?
Can you see me?
Can you touch me?
Does it even matter to you?
My heart made of glass...these days, oh, the bitter pain
inside is forming.
Forming like a rapid dog!
Oh, the silence. I cannot stand the silence
that taunts and tugs at me. God, No! Make it stop.
Make it just go away.
Is the reality a nightmare? Or, will I
wake from this tantalizing madness that keeps ripping
at my flesh.
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