the little boy
this place so empty, a boy sits there
screaming, crying, and pulling his hair
his body is scabbed, scarred, and beat
self inflicted from head to his feet
he doesnt care,he is all alone
no one is there to call his own
he sits alone, his heart is torn
sometimes wishing he was never born
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sajinnposted on 04/13/2008
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