trauma
I once loved a girl
She said she loved me too
Then, she left and didn’t know what to do
Leaving me alone
Making me depressed
Made me stressed
Made me suicidal
Homicidal
And less sympathetic
Oh i’m pathetic
I’m insane
Never been sane
Left by the world
Left by the light
No will to fight
Nothing bright
No hand
Stuck in the sand
Stuck to the flooded land
Full of tears
And fears
Left of feeling
Everyone stealing
dead
The last word said
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