I wish that I was not dead,
I plead everyday for life.
I wish that the things in my head
would make feel alive.
Others walk and laugh while they pass me by.
I fade away a little each time.
If only I would cry,
Then I would feel alive
I Pray each day for bright hues that would blaze across my eyes.
dullness, sadness, rancid meat fit only for flies.
I want to see happiness and cheer
My life only has fear
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