Let It Be Over
Broken.Bleeding.
Crying.
Scared.
Lost and alone though everyone is here.
Invisible in a crowd,
Even when they know you are there.
Hands reach out for help,
They pass through thin air.
You are nothing, you are no one.
Why don't they care?
The world would be better,
If you just disappeared.
They may all want to help.
They are just wasting their time.
There is no help for the worthless.
Let the dead lie.
02/08/18
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