Sitting in the candle light
Thinking about wrong and right
Tears streaming down my face
I feel stuck in a maze
Lost, alone and scared
Feelings like no one cared
Forgotten, not heard
Looked at like you're dirt
Death is seeking us
Hoping we will get hit by a bus
And when we finally are dead
Who will then be sad?
Kim (September 4th, 2009)
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