I am alone.
I am worthless.
No one loves me.
I am alone.I cry to the heavens,
But no one replies.
I cry into the pillow,
But not in your arms.Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
I feel lost,
And truly worthless.I am alone.
I am nothing.
No one hears my cries.
I am alone.
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Crying Softly
PoetryDepressing poems that I write to avoid ripping myself apart. #484 in poetry 5/16/15