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by Maddy Jul 28, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Dear God, If you can see me, See my pain, See my shame, See that I'm not playing a game. If you can hear me, Hear my cries, Hear my talk of that one special guy, Hear that I'm not telling lies. If you can sense me, Sense my fear, Sense my tears, Sense that I don't want to be here. If you can taste me, Taste my rage, Taste my blame, Taste my feeling of living dead in a cage. But most of all, If you can feel me, Feel my heart, Feel it break, Feel the ache of my big mistake.