I sit alone.
I sit and stare.
I sit and think of why I'm here,
Why I'm sad, why life is bear.
No one listens; No one hears.
I just pretend I have no fears.
I sit and think of things I've done.
Some things I did right,
Others wrong.
Why do I hurt?
It's just not fair.
That no one ever seems to care.
The truth is that I fail to see,
That God is always there for me.
When I'm angry, when I'm sad,
Even when I'm really bad.
But satan has his web of lies,
That make me think otherwise.
The truth is God is always there
Even when no one seems to care.
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