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Mascara black tears stream down my face
as I scream and beg to be heard
there's not even the chirp of a single bird
as death and sorrow envelope us.
My agony doesn't deserve to be noticed by Jesus
He has many more important things on his hands
For all across these vast, open lands,
there are people suffering much worse than me.
Just short of the embraces stretched toward me,
the soft grasp I will never feel
It's all signed, closed and finished with a seal
I am nothing, invisible and in the dark.
The outside world tries to tell me they can relate
Oh God, tell me you can hear me!
I don't know how many more days I can bear to see
as I am slowly consumed by black.
as I scream and beg to be heard
there's not even the chirp of a single bird
as death and sorrow envelope us.
My agony doesn't deserve to be noticed by Jesus
He has many more important things on his hands
For all across these vast, open lands,
there are people suffering much worse than me.
Just short of the embraces stretched toward me,
the soft grasp I will never feel
It's all signed, closed and finished with a seal
I am nothing, invisible and in the dark.
The outside world tries to tell me they can relate
Oh God, tell me you can hear me!
I don't know how many more days I can bear to see
as I am slowly consumed by black.
My face always has those stupid smudges of mascara and eyeliner when I'm done crying. Annoying.
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It really does seem no one hears our silent screams...and perhaps in our hearts we feel we don't deserve the time it would take for them to dig us out of the rut we fell into..