Paths become unclear,
Trees and flowers wither away,
It doesn't matter where you hide,
It will still haunt you by the end,
It will still haunt you endlessly.
Nervous, fear, anxiety covers you,
Cold sweats breaking out,
Bloodshot eye darts left and right,
You can run,
But you cannot hide,
You know it will and can still haunt you.
You cry out for help,
Your silent cries went unheard,
Like water poured over leaf,
It went ignored even if it is heard,
Nobody listens,
Nobody cares.
You reach out your hands,
In hope that someone will reach yours,
Held out as you may,
The hands were frozen overtime,
No warmth came to you,
All that's left is just hard cold chills.
All that's left to do,
Is wonder if anyone,
Or anything,
Will hear you,
Will see you,
Will cross your paths,
Will reach out to you,
Or not.
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