Kirsten Hack

(05/08/92 / Ipswich Australia)

Here All Alone


Here All Alone
Dont Know Where To Go
My Mind Is All Blank
I Have Fallen So Low

The Voices In My Head
Are Sayin I Should Be Dead
To Close My Eyes
And Pretend Not To Cry

Here All Alone
No One Around
My Head Is Pounding
With The Voices That Are Still Sounding

Here All Alone
I Will Cry On My Own
The Voices Are Choking Me
And Saying I Have Nothing Left To Be

Cant You See
I Am All Alone
I Now Can Never Be Shone.....

Submitted: Thursday, June 08, 2006

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  • Glaedr the poet (6/8/2006 10:28:00 PM)

    I...know all to well what this lonliness is like. I hope you find happiness, and I wish you well. Don't drown in your own sorrow. (Report) Reply

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