Butterflies In My Belly Forever
Loneliness and solitued grasp me around my neck.
I would cry but the lump in my throat combined won't let me.
That lonely hole inside me is like a cavern that lasts forever,
I wish my mom was here.
My only blood connection helps fill the hole inside,
but the loss of her and that conception is too wide.
It's not the kind of lonely that you feel when you're alone,
Or the kind of lonely you have when you are far from home.
It's more like death inside yourself but the edges are still alive.
They are their to remind me that my mama died.
They make the lonely feeling sometimes so unbearable,
I walk around feeling terrible.
For those that know this lonely,
You are not alone.
There are many like us, this the mean world has shown
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