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past is horrid,
future is bleak,
farce of an existance
smiles are weak.
darkness ensuing
life time of hurt
sadness pursuing
all of my steps.

pain is increasing
little by little
blood from my soul pours
trickle by trickle.
falling to my knees
looking up the tears release.
begging and starting to plead

someone anyone lift me up...
someone anyone hear my calls...
someone anyone...

the emptiness consumes me
the heart wrenched in pain
lying down sobbing
succumbing to disdain.
hearing the echoes of my call
straining to hear an answer
but there is none at all.
curling up for warmth waiting...

someone anyone lift me up...
someone anyone hear my calls...
someone anyone...

shivering though chilled to the bone
crying cast out and alone
waiting for a response
any at all...

someone anyone lift me up...
someone anyone hear my calls...
someone anyone...
anyone at all...