Falling
Falling to depression, my heart is no longer there, Dreaming of something better than what
I have, I never feel welcome in the eye's of other they only bless me with their words
when they require help or need a hand.
I'm so tired of this life wish I could turn the page to a selfless world one where love is
easy to find hate no longer exists and your friends and family always want you around not
just when it suits them.
If I had a wish I would ask for my dream to be real and never to wonder why, why is it
that you work so hard and receive so little in return.
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