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The Frail bones of my hand click methodically as I write. It is impossible to understand Emotions felt at night. No one knows or even cares who I am inside my mind. In this life that is never fair There is no happiness I find. These tears they fall on this blank page which slowly fills with words. This soul it fills with tears and rage and screams that cannot be heard. I look around at this darkened place, this world that we call home. I see the pain, the lack of grace. and I cry here all alone. There is nothing that I can do to take away thhe pain. I ask, no, I beg you to stop this endless rain. I sit here and watch each day as my friends scream and cry. I wish I could take their tears away. For their happiness, I'd die. I see you in the corner there while tears stream down your face. With your hands tangled in your hair, scared of the life you face. I wish I could say,"It will be alright." I wish I could make you smile. I wish I could take away the night. Tell you it will be worth the while. I wish I could, in the darkness, be your light... Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 08:44 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The Frail bones of my hand..."