I'm like a boxing bag,
not feeling pain,
tears tell a different story,
eyes shedding rain.
My skin doesn't turn black,
though I am bruised,
a broken heart syndrome,
badly abused.
Definition of loneliness,
see me all the time,
guilty by assossciation,
it's your only crime.
'No one should go through that',
if only they knew,
'Wish I were there for him',
well... where were you?
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