I Was Never There
I see deep inside.
At what has died.
It is I, I cry.
It is I that died.
How depressed am I,
To have repressed
That which I
Could have done best.
Instead, I’ve regressed.
Please help me, I cry.
As I try to stay alive.
In a world that doesn’t care.
That I was even there.
Why try, why care.
For in the end were you ever really there?

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