All alone once again.
Hurt, broken, bruised, and torn.
I find it hard to keep my sane.
Losing you, nothing gained.
Stitching up the open sores,
ones simply created by mistake.
Honestly, I was fooled.
Typically, I'm feeling dead.
I find no confort on.
I'm falling here.
Numbing up all over again,
the sands of time are running low.
I'm taking long and shallow breaths.
These walls I built fall before my eyes.
I'm all alone and feeling selfish.
Dying every fucking minute.
Dear God, please change this.
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