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Friday, November 19, 2010

day one hundred twenty-four: who understands?

Who Understands?
(Written 10/21/08)

they lock the doors,
so i stay inside;
they threw away the key,
so i live without hope;
they take my will,
so i am useless;
they twist my words
and i am broken;
they make me feel guilt,
so i live with my tears;
they feed me bitterness,
so my heart grows cold;
they take away my voice,
so i live in silence;
they take my innocence,
and my soul grows black;
i cannot walk through locked doors,
or love with a bitter heart;
who understands when i say
this is painful?
who understands when i say
i want out?

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