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Crying without shedding a tear.
Dying..ever trapped in this fear.
Hurt, so deeply rooted.
Sanity..polluted.
Bliste ring pain, in my chest.
From this madness, I get no rest.
Emotional stability seized, by traumatic memories.
Trapped inside the most heart wrenching scenes.
Desperately crying..reaching out for help.
Left in emptiness and terror..by myself.
No savior ever to come.

No help to which I can run.
Imprisoned by a memory.
Losing grip on my reality.
Frozen stiff, with distant eyes.
Stuck inside another place in time.
As if sucked in, by a black hole.
No sense of time No voice..no soul.
What is this memory, which steals away my life?
Searching for the culprit..within my mind.
What makes me feel so hopeless inside?
At last, it emerged..from the my subconscious mind.
No sense of comfort..not an ounce of hope.
Pain filled my heart. Some kind of mean joke.
Only a game she played, to make my sister behave.
Mommy's leaving for good, she declared that day.
Long, heavy crying..reddened face, from lack of air.
I watched her walk away..just leaving me there.
All alone now...she was gone.
All the while, I'd done nothing wrong.
With all my strength I cried. With all my breath I screamed.
She was never coming back home. I was all alone, it seemed.
Weak from long sobbing, I fell in a heap..upon the floor.
Awakening in her arms. I'd cried myself to sleep..once more.
A little heart broken. In disbelief that she'd stay.
I'm not good enough. She doesn't want me, to myself I'd say.
Day after day, I'd strive to be the best one.
I'll be extra good, so she won't want to run.
Something went wrong one day.
I tried to make everything better, but she wouldn't stay.
I watched as into the night, she disappeared.
My heart sunk to the floor. My little eyes teared.
Watching..waiting..for her to come back around.
No where in sight..my sobbing, the only sound.
All alone, without a mom.
What did I do that was wrong?
Hurt...like a flood, overtook me. Sliding to the floor, I lay in a heap.
Awakening in her arms, I had cried myself to sleep.
Many tears overflowing, felt like saltwater stinging in my eyes.
All over my face, in streams..they had dried.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. She brushed my hair and said.
I was tired of your sister misbehaving, when was time to go to bed.
I wanted to give her a little scare. Thinking it might make her care.
You understand, don't you? You know I'm not really going anywhere.
In disbelief, I slept beside her..in her bed each night.
I wrapped my fingers in her hair, and closed my fist real tight.
I figured I'd feel a pull

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