River of Red
To smile seems so hard,
When it’s only me, myself, and I.
No friends, family, nor strangers,
See the true me as they're walking by.
Inside is a raging stream,
Inner tears feed its flow.
Death is patently waiting,
I’m drowning in sorrow.
Saving myself isn’t possible,
I haven’t the strength you see.
My worth must be little,
Go away and let me be.
My end will not be a surprise,
Too many, I’m already dead.
Death comes without warning,
It flows a river of red.
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