A/N: I wrote this on October 14, 1999. This one's kinda creepy.

Alone In The DarkHere I am,Alone in the dark.Does anyone notice? Does anyone care?I know not. Why do they let me get hurt like this?Don't they ever stop to think,About how it feels?Would they want to be here,In my place,Going through this? Why don't people stop to think?Why can't they use their brain?Why, why, why? All these questions run through my head.Alas, they will never be answered.This is the endless cycle. I want to step into the light.