Some People Die Alone

by Nat the dreamer   Mar 31, 2005


It feels as if i'm empty
When no one dares to stare.
My voice echoes inside my head,
When no one knows I'm there.

It feels as if my heart is made of glass,
always ready to shatter.
When it beats, and when it wishes,
it doesn't even matter.

It feels as if I'm invisible,
Invisible as he makes me feel.
I sometimes have to cry out loud
just to make sure this is real.

It feels as if I'm hiding,
from the truth I shouldn't have known.
No matter how hard I try to push it way,
It will never leave me alone.

It feels as if the world has stopped turning,
and the stars have refused to shine.
The darkness is in every corned,
tearing me up inside.

It feels as if I'm a precious doll,
With a soul that's plastic and fake.
A painted face, while gathering dust,
to hide away all the mistakes.

It feels as if my prayers go unanswered
because the heaven's have cleared away.
I whisper to the ceiling above,
it doesn't listen when I have a lot to say.

It feels as if every day is gone,
when time goes by too fast.
I can't even begin to move,
because today may be my last.

It feels as if I can't feel anymore,
suffering all on my own.
Nothing can save my now,
some people just die alone.

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