To hear me speak out loud
You would never know I was sad
To see my smiling face
You would never dream what I’ve done bad
If I scream
And I cried
Maybe then you would see
But now it’s too late
No blood pumps through my veins
I’m left in this state
If they only took the time
They might have seen my pain
But time you didn’t have
So I suffered with refrain
Yet your friends saw you plenty
Always leaving me alone
I hardly saw any
my life has come to an end
You don’t understand why
I seemed so happy
Now it’s you who must cry
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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