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Nobody Hears

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Sep 27, 2008

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Nobody hears

I am screaming,
In the depths of my mind,
But nobody hears
I have feelings,
Trapped, kept inside,
But nobody cares
All I receive,
For my efforts,
Are stares

My voice is gone,
From all my screaming,
That nobody heard
My throat is raw,
From all the words,
This is not what I deserve,
But nobody cares
I don't want to give you my pain,
I only want to share

I have started believing,
That I am unloved
I can't see it any other way
I'm giving in to my fears,
Because nobody hears
This has been going on for years,
For as long as I can remember
Yes, I am aware,
That nobody cares

I am ending,
My pathetic attempts,
At trust
I am sending,
A message to all those I must,
And I hope that your understanding,
Is so very clear
I have done all of this,
Because nobody hears

jlp September 27, 2008-Revised march 23, 2010

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