No one really knows
The death that inhabits
The walls of my heart.
The pain I have endured
Is it possible for me to be human?
Soulless, hopeless and alone.
No one understands
the depth of my cuts,
the burn in my wounds,
the ice in my veins.
No one really sees the pain in my eyes,
the ache in my stomach
or the despair that leaves me gasping for air.
No one can feel the discourage that overwhelms me
every time I look in the mirror.
The need to be loved.
The crave to be cared for.
No one really knows let alone cares to understand
the outrageous sentiments that flow through my body as I ask myself
Why doesn't anyone love me?
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