August 30, 2009
By , lincoln, IL
Trust is anissue I often face
I find that trust is easily misplaced
Finding that I cry at night
No ones there to say its all right
No one hears what i say
who will be there when I'm afraid?
I've been in all the deep dark places
I've met many unkind faces
I've torn myself down and felt behind
Taunting visions played through my mind
I'm not allowed to show my mood
They're taken aback by my attitude
Yet one question will always remain
through all my troubles and my pain
Who will cry... when I'm not alive?

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