#yourenotalone
Who will be there for me when I cry
Who will be there to catch me fall
Who willl be there when I want to die
Who will be there when I need to call
Here inside reality
I feel like there's no one there
But if I look close and actually see
There are people everywhere
I cry because I think they don't need me
And that they have better people to be with
But sometimes that's how it'll be
And sometimes, its just a myth
But I know now that I have nothing to fear
because I know that my true friends will always be near
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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