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Aug 2015
I'm the guy in the back of the room,
I am the guy staring at the moon,
I am the guy that you never see.
But I just want someone to love me.

People won't stop staring,
It's like I have a disease,
They walk by without caring,
I am dying mentally,

What is wrong with wanting attention,
Why won't you just ******* listen,
Where's the love God had mentioned,
Or was that all just fiction,

I'm alone, I have no friends,
I'm overlooked, once again,
Nothing to lose, because I never win,
I want to die, is this the end,

My thoughts are my worst enemy,
Contemplating all this pain,
Am I to suffer indefinitely,
Should I rip out my ******* veins,

Once again, I've caged myself,
Made a noose and hung myself,
Why can't I just get some help,
My body is tense and I am weak,
I just wish I could get some sleep,
Another night spent alone,
Why can't god throw me a bone,

I am sick of lying,
But I cant stop crying,
I am done with trying,
Now you know I'm dying,

I am just so ******* sick,
I'm so tired of this ****,
I swear to god this is it,
But I will make this quick,
Pull it back until it clicks,
I won't even feel the kick,
Bury me as I go stiff,
Drift away into the rift.
Harley D Mowls
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