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Author: Kazza2085
Fiction Rated: M - English - Poetry/Angst - Reviews: 6 - Published: 01-12-03 - Updated: 01-13-03 - id:1174005
I'm all alone
In this big wide world
One face in a sea of people,
One beating heart in a million,

No one cane hear my cries
Because they are hidden within,
Every one is wearing a mask
But I feel mine is biggest.

Why can't we be ourselves?
Those people behind the masks,
Why can't our cries be heard?
And maybe a life will be saved.

I'm all alone
With people all around
No one to help me
As I die on this cold ground.
A/N: Wrote this a couple of years ago...

Nobody who cares
As I lay here and die
No one to hear my pitiful cry
As I think about my past.

Since I'm all alone
With no one who cares,
I slash this knife,
Across my wrists,

I was alone
With no one to care
Now I'm dead
And looking down,

What I see all around
Are those starting to realise
I was a person in trouble
And no help was found.

So I took my life
To escape my misery
So I could take off my mask
For all to see,

I was all alone
In this big wide world,
One face in a sea of people
And no longer one beating heart in a million.


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