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MidnightSun121

Published: Mar 4, 2012

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Where are you,
When the hurt inside becomes too much?
When life seems so insignificant?
When I need that one thread of hope in this jumble of stress?
When I cry an ocean of tears,
And you're not there to catch each one?

Where are you,
When each curse, each scream is like a dagger to my chest?
When that scissor is in my hand, shaking with emotion?
When the world seems as if it is crashing down on me?
When those nightmares take control of my mind,
And leave me screaming in the night?

Where are you,
When I have to spew out all the fears inside me?
When I need a laugh to make my day better?
When I need something that gives me a reason to keep going?
When I need that shoulder to cry on,
That would comfort me and let me know everything is all right?

Where are you
When I need you most?

People say that my prince charming is on his way,
That he will help me through life,
That he's just taking his time to get here.
But I need him now,
And I'm terrified…
What if I can't last long enough to meet him?

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