samantha richman


Who Shall Hear My Cry

The world sleeps as my soul is slowly weeping;
My heart is surely leaking; I am weakning.
My world spins with the people preaching and telling people the wrong teachings.
They mock me all the way through my days.
Pain and sorrow all the way. When will i have a say; Why do i always have to pay?
I twist and turn as i lay. through the nightmares that made me.
And yet here I am, with my soul weeping;
The world sleeping; Who shall hear my cry?

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