Message me when you need me; when you're sick or lonely.
Here I am, memorised, nothing but a play toy.
Screaming inside, help me, alone in the darkness.
Enveloped by my fears, wants and imagination.
Drowning by my own hands, no sense of escape.
Anyone to listen, but no one to understand.
Don't really hear, as the words pass through your ears.
Does it burn? or does it even mean anything at all?

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