My Life In Words
Outside My Window...
Outside my window is a busy world,
They know not my pain, they care not
the agony in which I live,
They have no help to offer me, they
know not I exist or have love to give.
I look out my window, they see me
standing there,
The world has yet to see my smile,
and they will never really care.
I write these words on my computor
my expressions are here gauranteed,
My darkened room is my lifestyle,
The people online is my need.
Often I've thought about ending
all of this, how many pills would
it take,
I feel so shameful on this box
I know they see that I'm a fake.
The world knows not my life, they
care not that I even exist,
All they know is that my story is
a shame I make with my own fist.
I am but a prisoner in this dark
room, I made my own,
I type my expressions online
letting them be known.
And when my world is dreary,
and my body is feeling weary,
I turn my computor on and hope
it don't fail,
My world is so lonely, I look
for your email.
My darkened world turns for
another day,
And I hope to see you in it
I pray.
written for the homeless, the down on your luck person who thinks their world is but a prison... someone does care...
http://www.pleasefund.com/pages/2250
They know not my pain, they care not
the agony in which I live,
They have no help to offer me, they
know not I exist or have love to give.
I look out my window, they see me
standing there,
The world has yet to see my smile,
and they will never really care.
I write these words on my computor
my expressions are here gauranteed,
My darkened room is my lifestyle,
The people online is my need.
Often I've thought about ending
all of this, how many pills would
it take,
I feel so shameful on this box
I know they see that I'm a fake.
The world knows not my life, they
care not that I even exist,
All they know is that my story is
a shame I make with my own fist.
I am but a prisoner in this dark
room, I made my own,
I type my expressions online
letting them be known.
And when my world is dreary,
and my body is feeling weary,
I turn my computor on and hope
it don't fail,
My world is so lonely, I look
for your email.
My darkened world turns for
another day,
And I hope to see you in it
I pray.
written for the homeless, the down on your luck person who thinks their world is but a prison... someone does care...
http://www.pleasefund.com/pages/2250
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Outside My Window...
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