It's every single night
There's no one to talk to
Like I'm out of sight
With nothing to do
I don't have many friends
None here by my side
Everyone just pretends
They're too caught in their pride
To help their friend from crying
Tortured in their mental Hell
In a constant state of dying
Inside an empty shell
Worse on the weekend
I have no one here
I only want a friend
Better yet I'll just disappear
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Thoughts of a Broken Man
PoesíaThese are the writings of my thoughts. Read for your pleasure or to peak into my mind, your choice. Everything here I have written myself and I own alone. If you wish to copy or use any of these writings, please do ask first. Leave some feedback, I'...
