Tears
Standing at the cornersThey point at me
As they laugh
Making me a "play thing"
And when I think of this
It makes me cry
I remember all they said
And I become bitter
It makes me think of death
I regret my life
Struggling not for breath
Then the darkest thought comes
"end everything now"
Making me feel the
Shadows'depth
I don't deserve these
I ask myself
What do one derive from
causing pains for others?
What does it feel like
To make others cry?
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