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In hopes to mend a broken heart I write this.

One day I might recite this,crying never eases the pain, it only makes it worse.

I hurt, I must admit, but expression is far from mind.

I wish to to leave this world behind but can not.

With each day my dreams start to rot, though I'm covered by a smile.

I need something, I want something, I have alot, but the objects won't materalize.

I despise my fate,and wait to see if I get out of bed tomorrow.

At night I drown in sorrow.

And so the tears won't stop, they continue to drop and with every one my heart grows a little colder.

To think,I'm only getting older,how long will this continue?

Are tears always on the late night menu?

I have no one to talk to but all these people are around me, they surround me, like a silent faceless crowd.

Out loud I'm strong, but inside all is wrong.

Is it possible to feel your heart break with every waking moment, with every feeble breathe?

I'm still afraid of death, or what will become when I die, so I'll continue to stay and live today, and play the part of a productive young adult.

Haunted by the fact that I'm alone.

Haunted by the fact that I love others who don't feel the same, and so I'll charge it all to the game, and stay plain and out of sight.

I hope things will one day go right.

To weak to fight and to bold to bend.

I pray for someone to defend or for someone who will defend me.

It seems that I should be a drunk or an addict, or whore, or slacker.

Unmotivated by this life, horrified by the next.

Beyond help but reaching for an outstretched hand.

My life a.k.a QUICKSAND.

AO