Maybe this is how they all feel

Maybe this is how they all feel Waiting for someone to come Rescue them Waiting for someone Anyone to talk to them While thy wait They hold on by the pain Inflicted to their bones Maybe this is how they feel So desolate So alone So utterly helpless Maybe this is how they all feel Every night On their beds In the dark Wishing someone would Just ring them up Salvage the pieces they Tried to hold on Maybe this is how they all feel As they start their nightly Ritual of the Red This is how they all feel Alone Scared Afraid Broken Crushed Alone Because this is how I feel

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