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Apr 2016
Do you know what it is like
To sit alone?
I know I am hated
By everyone I have ever know.

I almost fought
The tears, and
The pain, and
The stuff, but
Everyone knows
Almost is never enough

Eventually we break down, and
Spill how we feel
For you, it is easy
For me, it is a big deal!

You know,
I cry in the shower
That is why I take an hour
I do not even feel at home
In my own home
I know no one love me, and
I know I will always be alone
Even at home,
I sit alone!

At night,
I cannot sleep
The words you say
They cut me deep
They make me
Feel weak.

You know,
One could only take so much
"We almost saved her...", but
Everyone knows,
Almost is never enough.

The day you are gone
Everyone seems to care, but
No one seems to care
When your were there...
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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