Stained without freedom

April 19, 2009
By makhailla morris SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
makhailla morris SILVER, Vancouver, Washington
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No one listens
No one cares
No one means it when they say they are there

Everyone watches me shatter to pieces
Everyone watches me cry my tears
Everyone watches me crack like millions of mirrors

I wish you were there
I wish you would hold me
I wish you would tell me that i can be free

Free from this world
Free from my pain
Free from my life thats a permanent stain

Stained with emotion
Stained with my tears
Stained with worries that no one is there


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