October 28, 2010
By , Andrews AFB, MD
I feel sorry.
I actually, feel bad
These things, living with worry.
It makes me very sad
Piling over each other.

Dealing with my fears.
Just like I am there mother.
Dealing with my love
Managing with my hate.
no one is there to give them hugs,
they joke about live being great.

So, these things.
I feel sorry for them
all alone
Piling up
Crying at night
Dealing with death
I feel sorry
For the voices in my head

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