Wednesday, April 29, 2009

What I can't tell you

Cold, sitting in a dark room.
Can't anyone see,
That little girl,
With her knees up and
Tears streaming in a darkened room

Everyone passes,
No one can see.
The little girl sits waiting
For the one chance at freedom
Release from this pressure

She sinks,
No one to listen,
No one to hear,
Her crying in that dark room

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