October 8, 2010
Falling from the sky
but no matter how hard I try
I cannot fly

I used to hope
but I never could cope
with all the pain
so I began to train

I was getting good at hiding it away
though some days I was left astray

but a few cruel words passed my way
I stormed away, with thoughts to make her pay

but I wouldn't be missed
if I died

No, suicide would be comfortless
not that they could careless

so I cried
and no matter how hard they think they've pried
I still cry
on the inside...

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