Who Is There?
Who sees the tears you've cried?
Who knows of the blood you shed?
Who's there to pick you up?
To give you a hug,
When it's needed the most?
No one.
Most of your time spent behind closed doors,
Consists of the sorrow and misery that fills your empty soul.
You secretly cry,
In the ungodly hours of the night.
But who knows?
No one.
The four walls that bind you to confinement helplessly watch you cry,
Watch you break down to your lowest point, until there's nothing left.
Watch you suffer alone in the darkness of your room.
And yet who is there to carry you through?
No one.
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