
When I wrote this I was really bored and in a writing mood R&R
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 123 - Published: 05-19-05 - Status: Complete - id: 1917052
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Im all alone and no one can hear my screams for help.
They all just ignore me and think Im just some kind of flea bothering them all.
Icant stand this pain any longer.
I can hear them whispering about the way I do things.
I can hear their laughter in the hallways.
No one can stop what theyre doing.
Except maybe the ghosts.
I can feel their presence around me.
Ive gotten so uesd to them.
Theyre always the ones making me laugh.
Being REAL friends I never had.
I just cant take it anymore.
When they finally realize what theyve done it will be too late
For I will be gone.
Gone like the wind forever.
Never to be seen again.
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