The pouring dark rain takes away even the last hope, and I closed the door

To my heart knowing I won't see the sky in its blue anymore

But, can someone help me… save me… love me…

Used to being hurt and dried out of tears I have no more anger in me

I endured solitude through I have been hurt

If I can close my eye, hold my breath, sleep, and say goodbye to reality

It'll be all over

But, can someone help me… save me… love me…

Don't give up believing

Miracles happen… So believe…

Don't give up believing

Are we headed for the end or for the top?

But, can someone help me… save me… love me…

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Dark and heavy clouds lingering over the shoulders again today

The pouring dark rain takes away even the last hope, and I closed the door

To my heart knowing I won't see the sky in its blue anymore

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It had begun to rain a long time ago. The sky is still laden with clouds like cotton soaked in gasoline.

What a day to match my moods.

I am alone, all alone now. He's left me again. Once upon a time he would come back. He's my best friend. Or, was. I know that he will not come back again.

I run my fingers through my hair, feeling the fine strands sifting through my fingers. Wet. I had chased him through the rain. He refused to turn. Now he's rich and he had found himself an apartment. He doesn't need to depend on anyone anymore. He never treated me like a real friend, now I know, though we spent all the times together, struggling to survive, trying to earn enough for keeping. We were so happy, I remember.

But the rain continues to fall.

He took away all hope from me. Everything did.

I look at the wooden, battered door that he once tried to repair. Open, as if waiting for him to come back.

Waiting for another half, which is gone to somewhere far away, never to return. Waiting…

The rain pours through. Like the tears that ran dry a long time ago on the surface but never stopped in my heart. Gone like the wind. I get up and close it.

The storm, to me, will never stop, and the forget-me-not sky will be gone forever. That I know.

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Used to being hurt and dried out of tears I have no more anger in me

I endured solitude though I have been hurt

If I can close my eye, hold my breath, sleep, and say goodbye to reality

It'll be all over

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The sky has never seemed so black to me before. Though there were times when I was hurt and tears ran and ran till they ran dry. I was angry when I was betrayed. I was sad when I was deserted. I was emotional. But the cruel world drained everything out of me, save for the feeling of loneliness and the scars which will never heal in my heart.

I lost my anger along the way. Now he made me lose my smile.

I had endured everything, even before I met him. I was isolated; I was found and thrown away again. I went through everything, and it sieved away the emotions which were never undiscarded. I was weak, though I survived. Yes. With half my soul intact.

I've lost the courage to face the world. I want to dream on and on, in a place where I will be loved. Where I can be happy forever, where I can never drown in the sea of hatred.

Perhaps if I close my eyes, I can forget. If I hold my breath, I can get rid of the pains that it takes to live. Then I can sleep. When I sleep, I can dream.

I may have lost the courage to face the world; I have not lost the courage to dream.

If I dream… Everything will be all right. The pain will be gone forever, all over.

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But, can someone help me… save me… love me…

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I will drown. The hatred of the world is too much for me to bear. The world is cold, and sooner or later I will be frozen.

I refuse to give up hope.

I may be weak, I may be a coward, but I have the strength to hope.

If I hope, if I cry out, someone might help me and save me.

By loving me.

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Don't give up believing

Miracles happen… So believe…

Don't give up believing

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I believe. I believe that by believing I will live. Someone will come and show the way. Someone will come and be my refuge. Someone whose mind isn't polluted by the world.

It is next to impossible, that, I know. I've not given up, and I never will.

It will take a hell of a miracle for me to find my four-leafed clover, the lost love beyond time and space.

But I believe. I ask myself not to give up.

I will not let go.

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Are we headed for the end or for the top?

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The rain is ceasing to exist. I open the door and go out. The drizzle wets me thoroughly before I know it, and I find an umbrella over my head. I turn, and see a girl holding it.

"Who are you?" I ask, my voice raspy. "What do you want?"

"You are not alone" was all she said.

I told her how everything happened, and she kept silent throughout. She was fairly beautiful, her features weirdly arranged till they seemed exotic; and dresses like the dark creatures of the night. Black.

She clutches the white fabric of my shirt.

I hold her, and she shivers slightly. At least I know that miracles really happen to me.

She was living next to me, I know, and I have a slight weird feeling towards her. I mean, she seems to be the Darkness, and me, the Light. At least I find myself this way.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm watched, but I'm not sure whom and then I began to believe everyone feels that way.

We walk back to my house, and I try to make her comfortable. She does not seem to mind, though.

Finally, I open my door to bring her home. She kisses my neck, and in a second she is running back to her house.

I wonder if she will betray me like the others or be with me till the end?

Whatever it is, I hope it will be for the best.

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But, can someone help me… save me… love me…

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The cry ring out again. And I'd wake up; to find it's my own voice.

Then I'd fall asleep again.

The answer is, "Yes."