What would you do if you were alone?
Suddenly and terrible so?
What would you do if they all left?
Now I haven't said any names but I know they're in your head.
And I'm trying to imagine this too.
Do you know the lonely like I do?
Lonely is standing next to him and never smiling.
Lonely is sitting next to her and never exchanging words.
Lonely is fast- and terrible blurred.
This is my lonely.
I built it on islands worth of isolation-
This is my lonely.
And I have no pride in this-
But if I have one thing I have the loneliness.
Hello, I'm Lonely.
That's all I've become-
Hello, I'm Lonely.
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All the Notes I'll Never Leave
PoetryDark poetry from a dark mind. Enter only to see the world from upside down, backwards, and behind.