Will You Talk To Me?
If Only You Could Hear Me?
I spend all my days and nights alone. No one ever comes to see me, and no one ever talks to me. It seems that I am being ignored. The fateful day came when I cried. I felt depressed, but yet again I find myself alone, falling through this dark tunnel with no light at the end.
"Hello!!!" I scream angrily at the wall.
"Is anybody there?" I ask.
Silence all around me.
"Please help me"I cry.
I fall silent, as the walls silence holds no reply.
If only you could hear me, and make the world a better place.
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Carol Townend
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
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