alone
12/7/99
Sitting in the dark room,
Huddled into a ball.
I’m scared and frightened,
What’s going to happen next.
No one seems to care,
My family doesn’t understand.
I can’t find what I’m looking for,
I’m not really sure what I’m looking for.
Sitting alone,
No one talking with me.
I’m dying to kill myself,
But I know it’s wrong.
I want people to love me,
And reach out to me.
I’m not doing this for attention,
Maybe just to see if anyone cares.
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