True Is Hard
How can you not see what I truly am I never wanted all this pain to be part of the plan. I'm beat down and tired. I remember being young and wired. Where did it go? I miss it more than anyone knows. Why over the past few years has no one got to know me or at least realized that I am lonely? I just want to be like all of you but I feel rejected and I know it wasn't anyone's intentions so how can I ask for help? God knows how many times I've knelt with a troubled heart not knowing where to start. I look to the skies, tears running freely from my eyes. How could you all have overlooked these desperate cries.
Written by: Christopher M. Noonan
Shared by his mother: Kathy Noonan
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