The ones who care
And here I am 
Once again
slowly dieing
inside my head
thoughts of death 
and thoughts of life 
my final thought
this bloody knife....

In goes the knife 
out comes my soul
out comes the tears 
I will go home
to were I belong 
but have never went
I will look back 
on the years Iv'e spent
Walking these streets
with nothing left 
But these voices in my head....

Everything now 
I see so clear 
The dark has passed 
Now I fear 
I am moveing on 
into the light 
Were i will spend 
All my nights
Broken homes and beatin teens
always walk these darkened streets 
But they should know 
Were always here 
Because we are the ones
The ones who care.....

By: Steven cooke

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