lonely is my middle name, i bow my head in shame
i sit alone scared and withdrawn
my tears flow as i grieve and mourn
my heart has a wound like a bullet from a gun
i feel like the pain inside me needs to run
lonely is my middle name i fear not
because i no longer have you here my heart will rot
~nikki addleton ~
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