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I sit there suffering.
But you go on happily.
Your oblivious to my torture.
You think i'm happy.
But you never really care enough to look.
To really look and see.
See my pain.
The pain that comes from you.
I want you to go away and leave.
But then i'd die without you.
You broke my heart.
And someone tapped it back together.
But it never stayed mended.
It broke and broke and finally people stopped trying.
So now I sing a lullaby.
And pray for those who suffer like me.
I pray and pray until my heart aches for myself.
And can you believe?
That when I hurt for myself I feel like I made a great murder?
I know that others have it worse.
But I want to live and be cared for.
Ones who have it worse get that.
I don't.
I fight for myself.
I care for myself.
I want to kill myself.
But then I remeber you.
I remeber the good things,no matter how little they are.
And then I can't do it.
But I wish had.
I am like dist.
One day i'll become to much and be blown away.
I'll just blow away and no one will care.
NO ONE.
Because I don't matter.
Because other suffer worse then me but people care for them.
And I get no such thing.
Thats what kills me.
That I suffer and get nothing.
But when others suffer.
Even if it's less then I suffer.
They get something.
I get nothing.
I watch in the shadowey darkness.
And silently die.
While others get love and care and hope.
Can you believe that thats what kills me?
I sound selfish.
But really I only want one day of care and love.
That's not fake.
Can you do that for me?
If you can then prove it.
Unless you'd rather watch me die.