The Truth Along With Some Hurt and Sorrow

Someone help me
I can�t take this anymore
Someone help me
I can�t take this anymore
Can�t you see the pain in my eyes?
Can�t you see that I wanna die
Can�t you see that I�m hurt when I cry
Or are you too focused on your lies?
The lies that you tell me
The lies that you tell freely
Those lies you want the world to believe
You said a lie, and now I bleed
You may not understand me
You may not want to learn
But understanding some else other than yourself
Helps you to get away from the burn
The burn is that burning sensation for something better
Since we all wish for that everyday
But if you understand the rest of the world
Then you�ll see, that you�re better off with your life anyway
We all need a little vent sometimes
Ranting about our problems which hide behind the lies
Seeking help which is not there
Looking for refuge, from those evil stares
Those stares come from those who do not understand
From those who don�t want to take the time to know you
Those are the people who don�t see who you are
Those are the people, who want to destroy you
Your are probably wondering why I know so much
About these stares and these type of people
Why I am telling you all this
Why I am speaking of this evil
Because I live this everyday
I have to live with the people and the stares
The people talking behind your back
The people, who never really cared
For if I was to die today
Those people wouldn�t care
They�d say, �oh it was meant to happen�
They never even wanted me here
But there are those many few
You care about you and me
They help us along the way
For no petty little fee
They do this out of the kindness of their heart
And ask for nothing in return
They take time out of their life
To help ours, make a sudden turn
For these people only want to see us happy
Unlike those bastards who like it when we pain
But I would sacrifice my self for both groups
Because I am that insane
You are now probably asking,
�Why help them both�
I will tell you only if you promise to keep it secret
I want your word, not a fictitious oath
I would do anything for the people who help me
Kind of a way of showing my thanks
I would give even my own life for them
Just to show them�my thanks
And those other people
I would kill myself if it meant them dying too
For they kill me inside, with all their hate
So why shouldn�t they die to
I could go into detail
What I would do to them
But that�s another grotesque poem
And this my friend, is the end
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