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Swimming in unworthiness,
you are finding you have
no purpose.
Drowning, but why do
you still smile?
Waiting for death,
just waiting a while...
Why poor child?
Why must you hurt yourself,
while you take in what
people say and thinking
no one else, no one else
will hear your cries of agony...
Let me in
I want to set you free.
Sinking deeper into what was wrong,
the illness will take over,
not for long...
You feel so lonely,
but still wearing that smile
on your face, because they force you
to do this,
so you won't feel such a disgrace.
Why poor child,
why must you turn your back on me?
Why poor child,
why must you hurt yourself,
while you take in what people say,
and thinking
no one else,
will hear your cry of agony, , ,
Trust me,
trapped and it's too late
to rise above sea.
Too late to breathe.
You could have followed my path
but instead thought you lost the
loving people you had.
Why poor child,
torturing yourself,
have you gone mad?
Jessica Garcia
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