• free me

    by  • June 20, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Doubt, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    dear everything, everyone, or anyone who will spend a moment,
    if i am here why do i wish i were there
    if you love me then why do i cry myself to sleep
    if u believe in me then why do i feel as though i am lost and alone
    if there is a light why is it too dark to see
    if there is hope then why do i have to believe
    if we are living then why are we all dead
    if we are loving then why are there so many broken hearts
    if there are so many why am i alone
    if people were to live instead of hate dream instead of quit where would the world be today
    if mankind cared where would our troubles be
    if the world was perfect i wouldn’t have any questions

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