Lonely - Poem by leanne gil
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days.
Lonely I am, in so many ways.
lonely are the seasons.
Lonely are the years.
So lonely am I that it brings me to tears.
Lonely is this phase.
Lonely is my life.
Lonely am I that I feel like reaching for a knife
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