I don't think anyone truly cares about me anymore
I used to have friends; they left me laying on the floor
I was too much of a burden for them to stay
They said they would help but they've all gone away
And I've never felt more alone in my life
I hate waking up because I have to pretend I'm alright
When I go back up north I don't think anyone will care
They'll just ignore me and give me empty stares
I told my friend I was coming back soon
She never replied and left me and my gloom
I thought that they'd be happy when I was in town
But I guess that no one wants me around
So I guess that I'll just start to fade out
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Metanoia
PoetryMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
