A/N: Poem I wrote on the back side of a piece of notebook paper, the piece of notebook paper I happened to write my short 'Waiting for the Day…' on. A little something that I think Crona would write as one of the 'happier' poems that he/she ever created.
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I… lie here
In desperate need of help
But the world turns away from my cries
So cold as my broken body bleeds
No one will help me
There isn't a slither of light in this eternal darkness
The black shadows that engulf my mind
Who will save me?
Someone, will you be my savior?
Nobody?
"Please…"
"… Anyone…"
The only sound approaching was the footsteps
Of people passing by
Eyes turning away from me when my heart began to falter
And the wind blowing silent and deadly, ready to blow my ashes away
Nobody cared.
I died.
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A/N: Short sweet and simple, well, not so much sweet. But it seems the shorter a poem is, the more meaning it has if it still seems to get everything out there, right? No? Anyways, thanks for reading the poem. Review if you please! ^^