Visit Me
I am empty with no one inside
No one comes to visit me
My walls are shaky
And my windows black
No one comes to visit me
With a dusty, broken floor
And blinds closed off to sunlight
No one comes to visit me
With a basement where rodents hide
Only pests can keep my lonely present company
But secretly I still long for the past
When people came to visit me
A time when my walls were bright
And I was full of life
When I was kept perfect
And the rails outside would shake with anticipation
A time when everyone would visit me
But now the rails are rusted
Saddened by this life too
Now no one comes to visit me
Because I am rotted through
Alone with nothing left to do
Please won’t someone come visit me?
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