They ask her.
They ask him.
Do they ask me?
No.
I sit,
and watch.
My soul empty.
Longing for love.
Longing for help.
Yes.
Help.
Help is the key,
to the end of pain.
Alone.
I am alone.
They see me walking,
they stare.
I am alone.
I write my feelings out,
they steal,
then laugh.
I can't help that they don't like me.
To them it's just a game.
To me, it's real.
I cry.
I scream for help.
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Pain.
Pain is all I feel.
Inside and out.
Pain hurts kinda just like love.
Pain causes love,
and love causes pain.
It hurts so bad I almost want to scream.
Yes.
Screaming.
Screaming for help.
Screaming for death.
Death is a...
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