Shit
I don't ever remember feeling this lonely in my entire fucking life
Got my ass out here in Houston with none of my friends...well...my friend
I don't know any females around
I don't have a man, and it's killing me tonight
Laying lonely tonight, I'm really horny tonight
I can do it myself, but I want someone to do it for me tonight
I don't have energy
The loneliness is draining me
I pick up my cell and realize 90% of these numbers are just taking up space
dayum....space
There's a lot of it in this apartment and even more in my bed
I bought extra pillows just t make it seem full
I use them at night to hold on to, imagining they are somone who cares
They are also there to catch my tears
The tears come out at night, when I think about when I once was loved
Thinking if it was just a marage at the time, because I wanted it so bad
I can do bad all by myself
Shit, my sex would feel better if it was me and someone else
Tossing and turning, trying to figure this out
How long is thig going to last?
I'll just make myself extra busy to pass time
Have I really run everyone off? Got dayum, oh well
I'll keep writing when I feel this way
This is all I have
My pen, my pad, my thoughts, mixed emotions, broken heart,
wondering mind, thumping pussy, no one to call or to call me
Tonight Is the Lonliest Night of All
So I'm going to get out this corner of my bedroom
Crawling to my bed in tears, big box of tissues, slugglishly getting under my sheets
Grabbing my pillows, sobbing like a baby all over again
Dayum, I wish I was right now
At least then, somone would be around to wipe my tears
Someone to just be there, in 3D form
Saying my prayers before I close my eyes
Eyes closed tight, tight as I'm holding this pillow
Tears still rolling down my face
My eyes still shut, but the tears still crawls it's way through
I say 'I love you'
But there's no one here to say
'I love you too'
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This Is Not Poetry, My Soul Has Sprung a Leak
Poesia***BEFORE YOU READ*** By reading this, you are entering my soul. There's adult language and contents...! Every word comes from me; this is personal, but I don't mind sharing :) My type of poetry doesn't rhyme all of the time, just so you'd know, Mos...