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by Bleed-Like-Me Nov 17, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My candle, lit Never made much light The darkness, always found I tried hard to fight When no one knows you It’s hard to be found To be loved and wanted around You know one day, some day It’s close The voices won’t stay away Its loneliness that you seem to know The feeling of death, as an unknown ghost When no one knows you There’s no one to care No one to know you once were there Loneliness becomes nothing again You wish you could be found But since you really are no one to the rest of the world Your candle, slowly blows out