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Brokenhearted, hurt, unclean,

All unsure of what it means,

Touched and taken, left alone,

Contemplating things unknown,

Marks on shoulders, marks on neck

All emotions in a wreck,

Left your marks on chest and thighs,

And places all unseen by eyes,

Alone, abandoned in the dark,

With nothing left of you but marks.

They tell me that I’m worthless,

As they try to take my dreams,

I cannot fly with broken wings,

I’m drowning in my screams.

I’m alone but I’m not lonely,

‘Cause I know that you’re out there,

You’re the only ones that matter,

You’re the only ones that care.



‘Cause we’re all alone in misery,

Trapped inside our soulless lives,

Finding hope inside a bottle,

Finding freedom in our knives.



We’re all fighting our own battles,

Ripped and broken, bleeding, torn,

But we’re all alone together,

In this never ending war.

And if I cry, I know that you will always catch my tears,

What better stones to throw back in my face?

And if you try, I know that you could drown me in my fears,

You’ve done it once before, you will again.



And if you seek, I know that you will find me all alone,

Curled up and crying, like I’ve always been,

And when you speak, you sound like every prick I’ve ever known,

If that’s a friend then what’s an enemy?



And if it’s true that you can only hurt the ones you love,

Then you love me so much that I could die,

And knowing you, with iron fist, cloaked in a velvet glove,

You’ll make no bones about it that you try.

Alone in a crowd? Not I.

For in a crowd I am thought of,

But when away, I’m like a faded dream,

Distant. Forgotten.

In a crowd is where I shine brightest.

When I cry, no one is there to hold me.

And maybe that is the greatest tragedy of all.

If there was, maybe I wouldn't be so lonely

so lost

so scared

Maybe I wouldn't be so angry

so bitter

so full of hatred for no one and everyone

But everyone knows I'm independent

And nobody asks

tries

cares

So I hold myself when I'm sad

and rock away my own tears

drowning my sobs in music

because it's never hurt me

or left me all alone.

Independent.

Because who is there to depend on?

Just me.

And no one's going to hold the knife for me.

She tells me;

"Most people don't like you,"

(I didn't know that. I thought they did.)

"I guess it's because you say such weird things."

(That's just how I think. I thought it made me special.)

"You should try not to talk so much."

( I didn't use to. I was so alone.)

"They don't want to bother getting to know you,"

(Neither did you. Why am I here? Why am I listening to you?)

"They have better things to do with their time."

( You mean you.)

"You should act nicer,"

(I don't act. I just am.)

" You'd make more friends that way."

(I know who my real friends are.)

Does anyone care about me?

Really care about me?

Anyone, anywhere?

I doubt it.

If those who know me best,

Who have promised to always be there for me,

Don't really care at all

Then who does?

Who else could?

Beauty exists in all things,

Merely look into it's soul,

And the loveliness of the universe,

Will present itself.

I gaze into the night sky,

And see the stars.

They glitter like the dreams,

I can never fulfill.