A True Story

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I walk down the road,
Lamps from houses light my way,
I cannot see the lines,
But I know where I am,
I have been here before,
Many times before.
Walking alone in the dark,
Wanting to be anywhere,
Anywhere but home.
Dogs bark at me,
Yipping for my blood,
I don't wait or dally,
But I am ready,
Bring me death.
And I will spit in his eyes,
And laugh.
I will laugh aloud.
A car passes,
But avoids me easily,
Maybe two feet to the right,
The wind rises,
A tree creaks,
Fall on me I cry!
The night doesn't answer,
But shushes my sound.
I cannot take my own life,
But I have considered,
I don't wish to die,
I hate to hurt others.
And that would hurt.
Hurt them more than anything,
Else I could do.
Right now one thing I need,
I need a friend,
It won't make it better,
But I'll be loved.