These tears fall like two race cars, down a drag strip
This emptiness, life less, inside and out
Alone, without a doubt
Abandoned, like a tiny pond
How do I hold strong?
Where do I belong?

Suicide is a an answer to contemplate on,
But what if I answer wrong?

Do I continue to let these tears fall like rain,
Accept my pain with hate,torture and in God’s name
But what would I gain?

Who do I really hate,
And where do I hold my faith
Do I play it safe
And hold my tears inside
Or do I explode and expose my life like a show.

I don’t know
But my friends haven’t accepted my woes and they are now my foes
Where did they go?
To someone who is not as hurt and alone.

By Christopher Hargrave, 2006

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