by Melanie Hicks

Created on: April 12, 2009

I look around at all those near me

Shouting out but no one hears me.

I reach out to make them feel me

But they're eyes are sealed and won't see me.

No one knows what I would do

To be accepted just like you.

Instead I lay here and try to undo

All my sins and purge my soul too.

Now as I lay here I slowly die

Haunted by my own lonesome cry.

What is the point to even try

When all I've known is doom and lies?

Now they seem to want to care

When they were needed they weren't there.

They weep and sob that it's not fair

Too little too late, so don't even dare.

So when you see a lonely soul

Keep in mind this tale I've told.

They need some help to fill the hole...

Some people just need a hand to hold.

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