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Almost Gone


I’m done Yet I can’t quite grasp it Why something like this would happen to me How could something like this happen to me That trust I built has just been destroyed I’ve never been this broken before I’ve never spilled my emotions all over the floor Who do I turn to when I’m so alone When there’s no rings coming through my phone When there’s no one there to listen I feel like a mental patient I feel like no one will make time to care for me So alone where do I turn In my bed is where I lay mostly In my bed is where the tears usually leak How do you tell someone when it must be kept a secret I can’t let you see that I’m strong no more I can’t let you notice that anything is wrong Can’t help thinking these negative thoughts I just barely make it day to day I just make it seem like every things okay Still I wait to become invisible Here I am all alone Here I am almost gone
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Holly_Renee
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