Alone with my thoughts, I sit and sigh,
The emptiness within me, I cannot deny,
The world seems to move on so easily,
Yet I remain, isolated in my misery.
No one to talk to, no one to hold,
With a heart that's growing ice cold,
The silence echoes, deafeningly loud,
Loneliness, is now my only crowd.
The tears I cry, invisible to all,
The pain I feel, it's my downfall,
The days go by, slow and grey,
As I long for someone to come my way.
But until then, I'll continue to sit,
In this empty void, where time doesn't fit,
A lonely soul, lost in the dark,
Praying that someone will light a spark.
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It's All In My Head
PoetryDeep inside the depths of melancholy and vulnerability, where every word holds the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, discover secrets only whispered by those who have embraced their own sorrows. Embrace the power of emotions as you immerse yours...
