Unwilling

by Clinton Hills   Jan 12, 2014


As you lie down on the grace hill looking up at the sky,
drowning in your own problems,
waiting for someone to hear you cry,
with heart tearing tears falling from your eye,
unable to do anything you wonder why,
i helped you,..... i kept you alive.
does that mean anything to you?
if so than why wont you try.
but in the end we both still die.

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