Alone
Alone is not a fun thing,
It is so painful,
It doesn't make you want to sing,
It sometimes makes you sorrowful,
Alone is different,
It is weird,
No one to talk to,
It gets boring after a while.
You can't always describe it,
It leaves you feeling empty, hollow,
Its life unfortunately,
But its like your heart left.
A hole is there taking its place,
You wonder if you'll ever heal,
You hope you will,
I know you will, because there is tomorrow.
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