They Left


Can you love me the way I am
And not let go of my hand
Like many have done before
They threw me in I washed up shore
Dead in the eyes
Even when there was sunrise
People yelled in my face
And left without a trace
Of love but hate
And my frustration was great
Because I thought they loved me
And Because of that I grew like a seed
When they left I withered and died
I was out in the open I couldn't hide.

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