depression loneliness abandonment
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I am an arsenal
pulling on my gun
The bullet flies across the room
All the men need to run.
My lips are steel
as they take heart and turn
Heads of luxury and fury,
I speak every word.
It’s a sad day when seeing the ones you love happy doesn’t make you happy anymore.
The feeling of perpetual loneliness slowly consuming you as you continue to search for a love that you’ll never find.
The air is clear
My toes curl up
As light
Hides in its veil.
Doors creak shut
All has ceased
To move
Isn't it seen
That this is me
expressing myself through words on a screen
trying to find comfort
a positive scheme
but only found nothing
not even a shoulder to lean
So I fall.
I sit and watch the world go by,
Wondering why I must cry.
Cry for all the pain and anger that's inside,
The emotions I must hide.
My heart beaten and broken on the ground
Can anyone hear the painful sound?
