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This needs a title, but I just wrote it 2-20-09, while at lunch

 

My soul is crying
it weeps tears stained with blood
for my heart is broken

 

I'm all alone
everyone I know, has crumpled me up
and thrown me in the corner

 

They're all too busy to be concerned
with the trash pile in the corner
no one cares

 

My soul is crying
red tears
streaming down

 

I'm all alone
I'm so lonesome
I want to die

 

My soul is crying
my mind full of thoughts of suicide
gun in hand, pressed to chin, brain explodes

 

My mind flashes these thoughts in the still times
I must keep busy, to kill the thoughts
but they're all too busy, no one cares

 

Alone in my corner
crumpled up, tossed aside
my soul is crying