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I walk the streets in America, Europe, Mexico and many other places
Thereís been so much pain, so many men, a million different faces
I range from the ages of 12 to 45
I spend 12 hours my day in the cold, hard night
With each passing day it only gets worse
The more I live, the more it hurts
Does anyone hear me? Does anyone care?
Iím so tired of living, of being here
I donít know how to smile and Iíve forgotten how to laugh
How did I get here? I didnít mean to travel this path
I donít want to live, and I donít want to die
I keep dragging through this life and I couldnít tell you why
Iíve searched for the answer both high and low
What is the point of living, does anybody know?
The drugs, the alcohol the men are no longer enough
I no longer believe in what this world calls love
All the hurt and shame I feel
Waking up each morning, God, could this be real?
My heart yearns to stop but I no longer have control
My life is so empty will I ever be made whole?
Night after night I stand on this corner, this side of the street
Will I ever be seen as a person and not as a piece of meat?
A sob catches in the back of my throat as unseen tears fill my eyes,
Somebody, please open your ears and hear my silent cry.


I dwell in many places; I live in almost every country
Most people think Iím dying, theyíre all afraid to touch me
You can find me on the street, holding a sign
The clothes on my back are all that I can call mine
Thin as a needle I barely get on through life
Seen too much pain, been through too much strife
Day after day I live for only one purpose
The house on the corner is my spot, where I receive my service
With each passing moment my body takes over my mind
I simply canít free myself of this entangling bind
Oh, this feeling inside me, it itches and burns
There is something inside me that never ceases to yearn
My blood begins to race and my heart beats a little faster
I donít have control, when did this drug become my master?

I am so desperate I would kill for a fix
My body is screaming and my thoughts are all mixed
It is torture and torment like death is waiting around the bend
When did this begin, and will it ever end?
I stumble and rum my way through the next street
I stop and fall down as I trip over my own feet
Just to make my heart still
I rob and sometimes and kill
I donít want to, but I just canít see
Another way out for me
Every time moments later, I canít believe what Iíve done
But it never matters cause, the battle is won
I get to the place anticipating what awaits
And as the needle slams into my arm, the torture eliminates
I feel so alive; I am so powerful and free
This is the only time I am happy
It seems that as soon as the high hits its greatest peak
It leaves me alone, vulnerable and weak
It slowly fades away, and depression leaks in
And I realize that I am lonely and worthless once again
A sob catches in the back of my throat as unseen tears fill my eyes,
Somebody, please open your ears and hear my silent cry.


I come in many colors and no one has my shape or size
The only thing of me you will see in another is the pain in my eyes
All the clothes that I have are tattered and worn
No one wants to spend money on something that they never wanted to be born
I am hungry and tired and donít have any friends
Sometimes I even wish that this life would simply end
I am always in the way, so I try to be as quiet as I can
But I guess it doesnít work cause they always raise a hand
They hit me they say, cause itís for my own good
But the worst times of all are when they touch me where no person should
At night, I ask God to help me, praying they wonít come in my bed
But as the door creaks open, I shut my eyes and pretend I am somewhere else instead
It hurts, I feel dirty and I just want them to leave
I am so very ashamed that no one knows about it but me
All I want is a mommy or a daddy to love me
Someone to listen to me, to hold me, to hug me
A sob catches in the back of my throat as unseen tears fill my eyes,
Somebody, please open your ears and hear my silent cry.

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The following comments are for "the silent cry"
by modern_day_holocaust

silent cries
this reflects the hidden man,and it is a nice piece

( Posted by: poetdave [Member] On: March 19, 2004 )

I can relate
Is this piece written from the bloody heart? If so, it is very moving, and I as I am going through some pain myself, this was something I was looking for to read. I was going out with this guy, and I thought he was THE ONE for me, and then he said, that we shouldn't go out. I didn't kiss him the way he wanted me to. He said I kissed like someone would their mother....I'm not into frenching. Anyways, I was looking for something in him that wouldn't ever be there. I wanted him to be something he could not be. I shoved God in a corner, and really, that's who I was really needing. After being dumped, I was at the end of my rope. I was exasperated. I realized right then and there all I ever needed or wanted was God. I'm still going thru much pain and suffering, but I know that God will over time heal this seemingly eternal greif.

( Posted by: bloodyw [Member] On: March 25, 2004 )

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