Loneliness
Alone, broken, shattered and ruined
Was how my heart felt that afternoon
Months went by and I stood still
Turning into the dust on the book shelves
I lay awake at night dreading what’s to come
The demons have arrived
The torment has begun
Alone ,broken ,shattered and ruined
Was how I felt that evening too
Jealously and rage was what was inside
No one cares about what I felt
I don’t know why
I’ll be gone soon and no one will care
Scars and violence was what was there
Smiles, tears, happiness and joy
Was what I missed the most about being loved
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