Be Here

by Zachariah Jones   Jun 1, 2005


Slitting my wrists I try
Try to realize wht can be done
To hide from the truth
No more abuse
No more telling lies
Slitting my wrists I try
Try and believe why
Why should I care?
Care has left me
Along with faith
Hurt and harm
Black dog, black listed
Stricken from the truth
Abandoned from life
Betrayed by the feelings
Haunted from the truth
Haunted from the emptiness
Hanging in for what?
What should I do?
Giving up on life
Why does it feel like this?
Why do I need to be here?

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