the loneliness hit the hardest
on nights like these.
nights where, she lays there awake with racing thoughts
and a heart that's freezing over.
the loneliness comes like strong waves,
when her mind takes over,
and she is left alone.
left alone reminiscing the good times,
and thinking about how much
things have changed now.
left feeling so fucking alone.
so fucking lonely.
so far gone.
at quarter to two in the morning,
with her racing thoughts
and racing tears,
the loneliness,
hits it's
hardest.
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Words of the heart
Puisifor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
