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Day after day. Time after time. Everything has stayed the same. The doubts in my mind. The thoughts of the dead. The ones that I loved most. A distant dream. One that only comes when I sleep. I have wasted my life. Dreaming my future away, but no one sees it. No one believes it. They only care for themselves. Alone. It has been my life. It will be to the end of time. There are no tears shed. No signs of sadness in my head. Will I ever show my raw feeling to the disaster of life? A blank face. No feelings to be detected. No one asks if I'm ok. It's not their business, but there's no kindness in a world full of hatred. Pity. I hate it, but I still long for it. That someone will come. That I won't be alone. That no one has left me in the past, but it's all a dream in my head. Dreams. They never last. They come back, but so does reality. So broken. So unneeded. So unfair, but I still use it to help with my fears. Fears. They are my weaknesses, but they are apart of me. Sadly, they do cause me to dream my life away. Will I ever be pitied in the end? The sky. It comes at the right time. It cries the tears I never shed. Crying is a weakness, but why does the sky, who holds up my world outside, still cries for me in the end? No one cares. No one is there. No one knows me inside. I least I have the sky to help me through my hard times. At least the sky cries my sadness inside.

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The Sky's Tears

Day after day. Time after time. Everything has stayed the same. The doubts in my mind. The thoughts of the dead. The ones that I loved most. A distant dream. One that only comes when I sleep. I have wasted my life. Dreaming my future away, but no one sees it. No one believes it. They only care for themselves. Alone. It has been my life. It will be to the end of time. There are no tears shed. No signs of sadness in my head. Will I ever show my raw feeling to the disaster of life? A blank face. No feelings to be detected. No one asks if I'm ok. It's not their business, but there's no kindness in a world full of hatred. Pity. I hate it, but I still long for it. That someone will come. That I won't be alone. That no one has left me in the past, but it's all a dream in my head. Dreams. They never last. They come back, but so does reality. So broken. So unneeded. So unfair, but I still use it to help with my fears. Fears. They are my weaknesses, but they are apart of me. Sadly, they do cause me to dream my life away. Will I ever be pitied in the end? The sky. It comes at the right time. It cries the tears I never shed. Crying is a weakness, but why does the sky, who holds up my world outside, still cries for me in the end? No one cares. No one is there. No one knows me inside. I least I have the sky to help me through my hard times. At least the sky cries my sadness inside.