A poem

I don’t know what to do or say,
But I need things to be okay;
It’s so easy to laugh and scoff,
Just like it is to push me off.

I still believe, I need to believe,
Yet I still feel that I’ve been deceived;
When I’m hit, I’m really hit hard,
All that’s left, is left in shards.

I’ve been missing for so long,
Something obvious must be wrong;
It’s so easy to harbour the sad,
So hard to see that things aren’t bad.

I’m still here, hangin’ in there,
Maybe someone else will care;
I don’t know what to do or say,
But I need things to be okay.

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