At first,
I thought love was with me,
it gave me a chance,
to love again,
and thus I gain love,
but meanwhile,
I get hurt,
stabbed in the back everyday,
as for dreaming,
nightmares came true,
but I never gave up,
all I can do is cry as I wither in pain,
and see the people,
but they don't notice me anymore,
they think I don't exist,
but I tried my best to make others happy,
in return is anger and hatred over me,
light came in,
this pure light,
rushed into me,
helped me up,
but that light disappeared,
and it will never come back for me,
so rain falls,
and I cried,
crying with blood,
and if someone did care,
I will get pain from them,
this is how it feels,
to make others happy,
that you care for them,
but you're the one,
who gets pain instead,
and they don't care....
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