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This time, she is solo as she walks down this road,
Carrying the burden of the heavy load.
She has fallen to nothing, deep down in despair,
But still no one aids her, no one is ever there.
Her tears swell up as her eyes glisten,
Still to her troubles no one will listen.
Her screams grow louder as she continued to walk,
But her actions and depression people seem to mock.
“Save me” She yells out of troubled thoughts and pain,
People walk by looking as if she was insane.
She begs and she pleads for someone to help, for someone to care,
But her true pain inside no one is aware.
So she walks alone now almost buried in her own troubled being,
Trying to hide it, others not seeing;
Her fakes and her lies,
While inside she simply dies.
Her eyes grow dim as the days pass,
How long will this life be able to last?
She is dragging herself now, without a shred of hope,
No one else can even cope.
Because of this they do not look, they do not stare;
To whom she is or what she will wear.
Because they do not care, she does not even pretend,
She figures, it will all go away in the end.
Peace will come and wash them away,
No one will be left standing at the end of the day.
So why bother to care, why bother to act?
This is only the truest fact.
“Look around, what do you see?”
She says, “Do you know who I am; the real me?
“You judge as if you would know, so please, explain,
Or from the comments just refrain.”
She looks around with sadness in her eyes,
No one cares though as she cries.
So she walks alone now, with the burden on her being,
Still she hides it; no one seeing…


- May