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Hear Me | Krystle - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Hear Me | Krystle

Words, the verbal expressions
Thoughts, inspirations for suggestions
A simple concept
Even for the most inept
However, I continue to struggle
With futility, I snuggle
Mine disappear into the abyss
Nothing is visibly amiss
When I attempt to speak
I feel forlorn and weak
Does anyone care?
Should I not share?
Am I spinning a fictional story?
Do they believe I’m after money?
I’m screaming out
Please don’t doubt
It’s over, but not really
It still haunts me
He gave me a ring
I owe him something
Don’t scream.
It’s a bad dream
I’m drunk
No goes kerplunk
I’m alone
So easily gone
I might return in a day
Maybe in the family way
I attempt to show the thorn
But I’m met with scorn
They often criticize
Tears line my eyes
What were you doing?
What were you wearing?
Such trivial matters
The pig scatters
I’ll answer your inquiries
But Believe ME! Please!
I’m swimming in self hate and confusion
Help Me! Help me find some resolution!

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