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If I slipped...

I’ve been cast aside by people.
I’ve been crushed beneath the tides.
I’ve been pushed through eyes of needles.
I’ve been lost while trying to hide.
 
No one knows the real me.
No one bothers asking why.
People chose to fear me.
They say they read my words and cry.
 
…But… If I slipped...
…Down to the bottom...
…Would you reach out?
Or just watch me fallen…
 
…And… if I fell,
…From the top,
…Would you catch me?
Or just watch me as I dropped.
 
It doesn’t matter how you did this,
Doesn’t matter what was told,
Because when you really need one,
You won’t find a hand to hold...
 
I’ve been cast aside by people.
I’ve been crushed beneath the tides.
I’ve been pushed through eyes of needles.
I’ve been lost while trying to hide.
 
No one knows the real me.
No one bothers asking why.
People chose to fear me.
They say they read my words and cry.

(2007)

Written by a bit younger of a me; hurting and alone. I think we have all felt this way before. Crushed beneath the tides... This was after my homeless phase... during a time.... much like now... where I don't feel I belong. . . I'm leaving the united states as soon as possible. This place is the pit of hell.

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