If
lonely,
my voice echoing
in my ears
while my mouth remains silent.
No one will listen
because no one cares.
They ignore my being,
my existence.
They treat me like I'm already dead,
so I try to make it come true
but I'm too much of a coward.
I stare into darkness,
the stars providing little light
as the breeze slightly blows my hair
and freezes my tears to my cheaks.
I never know how long I stand there
until I see the sun rising
and I realize the beauty
of the new day.
If the sun never
would have rose,
if I never would have
heard the bird's song,
I probably would have jumped.
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