Loneliness a sorrow so deep it crushes all hope and happiness.
The cold blade that cuts the light.
It leads to depression, a depression we cannot escape.
So tightly it grabs you pulling you deeper until you drown.
You just want to end it all, but you cant,
for you are nothing but a walking shell.
You hide deep inside yourself to escape this feeling,
but you can't for it is too strong.
Loneliness, that which cannot be described by mere words alone.
Sinking its fangs into you, you are immobilized.
The pain it kills you inside piece by piece,
every day you lose youself more and more to the pain.
But remember to never let go of your hope, hold tight.
Dont let the loneliness kill you, for then you have achieved nothing.
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