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I Wrote This a few Years Ago....


I Sit Alone
With No One To Hold

Staring at the brittle shards of glass
I Wonder What Will Be Said
now that I will be dead

I want to be anything for you
I want you to be what you want me to be

I can't remember the last time
someone held me...

I can't remember the last time
someone said they cared...

I sit alone looking at the brittle
shards of glass
scared, tattered and afraid

I see my life flashing before my eyes
no longer that happy youth I once was
I wonder if someone
will shred a single tear...