February 27th, 2009-Unloved

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A mended heart, will always feel pain.

Another thing fixed; another to gain.

Sitting so lonely, on the dirty floor.

As his mother moves swiftly, quickly to the door.

She looks back and smiles, her teeth in a gaped grin;

To leave her child like this; must be a sin.

She slams the door loudly, and leaves him alone;

His heart only beats slowly; His expression like stone.

How hard it is to keep trying; with will only to live.

When his life is the only thing left he can give.

He doesn’t want to give in; but he slips through the cracks;

The thoughts keep persevering; another suicide thought attacks;

It’s not an easy life for him, for one who is unloved;

He can survive; no doubt of that.. If he only looks above.

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