Misery Loves Company Poem by Noel Guzman
Misery Loves Company
Misery is my companion,
The one that holds me tight,
The one that drowns me.
Misery is my soul mate,
Sheltering me from others,
Making darkness a friend.
Misery is my best friend,
The friend who always been there,
Killing and hollowing me.
Misery is what's left,
Of me and my soul,
I've become the one thing I wish I wasn't.
Misery will only become an opening,
To the one true end.
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