The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 1 The Cry
Help help I cry
no one cares why
they just pass me by
day after day
ignored again
i try and open for them
but they lock me in my emotionless pen
Why would they care?
I mean who said life was fair?
whoever did was wrong
and probably didn't live too long
My fate is my demise
even if they let me open my pen or care now
its too late... my fate i cannot break my ties (to it)
poem by David Knox
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