Broken child you are. Your bloodly hands and your tired eyes. You work too much to help others. You have fear in your eyes. You go into a dark room, alone. And shut your eyes. Everything was a lie. You then open them and find yourself in a house. A very big house. You go room by room, seeing if someone is there. You need help. You are confused. But you are blind. A few good people care so deeply about you. I hope you'll see this, someday. We pray for you so hard. To see you in this pain, I'd rather go inside and take it all away. I fear for you. As you still go room by room, the tears come out. You don't care anymore. It's all a big mess. You wish there was someone out there that had your pain. You wish you were better than who you are. I fear for you my friend, that you've gone too far this time. I'll always will be with you. Don't fear that no one cares, because we do... We'll always care.. we love you too much to see you in this agony.
((This is a true poem. I wrote it for one of my closest friends. I know it makes no sence, but I had to get my anger out, and this is what came..))
8/4/2003
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