Cannot be seen
Cannot be felt
Still alone
Waiting
Wanting
Watching
Nothing is right with life in this hell.
I cannot guess all the pain of everyone else
But I am here,
So unbearable
How I wish I could tell.
It has never done me good.
Oh because I would.
Just pain and pain again of things I should.
I cannot.
Here
On my last straw.
I'll trust you with this.
Trust.
A wish.
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