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The tears that fall seem never-ending,
Into the hole she is descending.
Clinging to the sides, fighting to hold on,
Until all her strength is gone.

Down to the bottom she falls,
She sits crying, looking up,
The top seems so far away.
She sees the light, her arms reaching up,
So desperately she wants to get out,
To know what life is all about.
So small, so weak, she fears she will stay,
At the bottom of the hole, always.

She has a hole in her soul,
That she fears will never be filled.
An emptiness that consumes her body & mind,
Looking for an answer she will never find.

That hole seems as vast as the ocean,
As she struggles to keep herself in motion.
Trying to fill that hole of mine,
Is like filling the ocean, one drop at a time.

She wants to look into your eyes,
She fears if she does she can't disguise,
The shame that she carries for the feelings within.
For wanting and needing what she doesn't deserve,
For hoping that someday her prayers will be heard.

She fights with all of her strength
To hang on, to feel the sun's warmth.
But with the first rays of light,
She always comes crashing, back to the night.
This darkness, she can't seem to escape,
Holds her down, as if bound by weights.

Aching for someone's gentle touch,
Leaves her wondering,
Why does it mean so much?

She longs to be loved,
Like a caged bird longs to be free.
But if someone tries, she feels sad,
She knows that soon they'll see,
That this little girl is bad.

Sitting in the dark, the tears pouring out,
She wants to scream, she wants to shout,
Somebody see me! Somebody love me!
Her heart in pain is tearing apart,
Knowing she can't be heard.
She is paralyzed with desperation
Feeling like the caged bird.

Wanting what she doesn't deserve,
She fights the pain, the aching inside,
Does her best to try and hide
So people can't see at a glance,
That they should not give her a chance.
Hoping that chance will come someday,
What will she do? What will she say?

What can she give in exchange,
For the love that would brighten her day?
Nothing, she says, as she bows her head,
And turns to run away.
Karen

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