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Sitting alone in my room

The good child to them

The one not to worry about

Forgotten by them all

What they don’t know

Is that I hate being alone

I hate being forgotten

I’m in really deep rouble

I cry and I cut and I bleed

But they wouldn’t care

They hurt me more

Now my brother is gone

All the anger is on me

All the pain is mine to hold

No one sees it but it’s true

And I don’t know how much

Longer I’ll last