In the darkness of my broken home,
I sit alone, unsteady and alone,
With a dark heart that's heavy as stone,
And a pain that cuts me to the bone.
Loneliness is my constant friend,
A suffering that never seems to end,
A depression that I just can't mend,
A weight that I can't transcend.
I long for someone to share my pain,
To hold me close and ease the strain,
To help me find joy once again,
And bring an end to this endless rain.
But for now, I'll sit in the dark,
And let the pain leave its mark,
Hoping someday I'll find my spark,
And heal this lonely, broken heart.
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