Alone..
Hate..
Deadly I feel,
No one to love
Nothing is real

No one to talk to
No one to trust
Nothing to live for
So now I just fuss

No one cares about the way I feel
Someday I will open up
Maybe my wounds would heel

But until that day
I express how I feel
I sit in silence
Because nothing is real
 
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