Take a walk in my shoes,
put my life in your hands,
the ones unhurt,
You cant feel the pain,
until you've walked a mile,
down my broken road,
tormented with feelings of exile.
No one pays attention,
they are never around,
no matter how much you beg them,
they'll let you hit the ground.
When I need them most,
theres not a friend in sight,
no one to help me up,
on this lonely dreadful night.
People don't want to be bothered,
they'd rather pretend nothings wrong,
so i'll stand up and smile,
i'll bottle it up and be strong.
At night I wonder,
if this pain will ever disappear,
will I awake tomorrow,
happy and full of cheer?
Copyright © Amanda Turnure | Year Posted 2012
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