All Alone

by Stephanie Hyatt   Aug 25, 2007


Why can't I cope?
Why can't I deal?
All I do is sit around and mope.
I can't explain what I feel.
It's like being all alone in a dark room,
Hoping someone will come and rescue you real soon.
But no one ever comes,
no one ever sees,
the pain the hurt, and the sorrow.
For you never see the light,
and tomorrow is just like today.
Just another day in the darkness,
all alone.

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