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Nothing Left


I don't even know

what I have left

anymore. 

Not my family, 

Not my friends 

(who I don't want

to talk to), 

Not trust, 

or love, 

or compassion,

or understanding, 

or hope. 

 

I'm left empty. 

 

Alone, 

tired, 

sad - no, no - depressed, 

and numb.

 

I don't feel alive, 

I don't feel good. 

 

I feel evil, 

wicked. 

I've lost everything, 

everyone. 

 

I'll never get it

back. 

Will I?

 

No. 

 

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