Sorry—can’t breathe
God, my head is spinning
And I can’t seem to find my way
Out of this fucking maze
I’m not sure what to do
I’m here all alone
I’m empty and I'm cold
It’s dark all around me
Come and find me

Someone please help me
I think I might be dying
I swore it was my last time
I swore I wouldn’t fall
Now I’m
Lying here in an alley
Waiting
Waiting
Dying

Can’t anybody hear me
Somebody help me
Somebody help me!
Someone
Please….
I’m dying

In the dark of the night
The hour of midnight
There’s cars going fast and stopped at the red light
There’s a group of teens laughing, talking
No one knows that
There’s a girl in the middle of an alley
Crying for help
No body sees
That she’s all alone
And she wants to go home
I see you there
I watch the crowd of blind people
I see the masks
And I’m holding out my hand
Little girl
Don’t cry anymore
I’m right here and I’ve found you
That’s all you wanted
So take my hand
Don’t fade away
I love you
And I heard you
Crying
Don’t you see me
Crying?
Don’t you see me
Bleeding
For you?
Little girl
You’re so blind to the truth
Just take My hand
Follow after
That’s all you have to do
And I’ll bring peace to you

And i thought this would be cliched, but strangely the way it reads is not. the last "verse" (if u can call it that) sounds like a modern day prayer again. (lol, are you on some religious kick?)

I like it, depressing and haunting....good rythm...:) not that I know much about poetry but...oh well :)

How'd you know? lol. No, I'm not on a religious kick. You can use the poem for anything, even in the collective "we"