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My mind wanders
As I sit here alone
Yet everyone around me
Is whispering, "go home."

But where is my home?
Possibly my mind
When I've lost all hope
The chance of a lifetime.

But please let me stay
When my home is not shown
Because I can't complain
If my mind wanders alone.
Blood drips as I lay.
Hopeing I could say, "I'm sorry."
Drained from pain,
adrenaline in my vein,
spilling on the floor.
The end is near,
i'm not scared here,
because i'm just worthless...
As I sit here alone I can hear the drops of the rain.
See the world in so much pain,
I wonder why we are crying.

The dark clouds over powering the sun.
Everyone thinking that it's just for fun,
well they've been mistaken.

Lightning and thunder fighting back and forth.
Yelling at eachother.
How can they hear my feelings?

Does the earth rain cause it's thirsty or cause it was hurt?
Does the rain ever really stop?
Or just cry somewhere else?

I watch the drops run down my window pane.
Trying to get away from its misery.
But soon it will all dry up.
You'll never even know what it felt.
Why do we hurt others?
Is it because we've been hurt so many times?
Or because we want them to feel what we feel?
The anger that builds up inside us,
Is it there because we don't let it out?
Or because it has no where to go?
Why does it give people pleasures when others pain?
Do we choose what we want?
Is this all just a game?
I like to keep it inside,
Turning me mad and weak.
What do you do with your hurt?
Is it something you seek?
Fine, hurt others the way you hurt yourself.
But when everyone is full of pain and anger,
There will be no one to ask for help.

— The End —