You are the clouds;
I was your rain.
I filled you up
and you held me.
With all my flaws
and all my pain,
You had my trust
and you healed me.
But my burden was too heavy
Yet your heart so kind.
I shed tears
and you let me.
Until it was too much;
I began to lose my mind.
You needed to be free,
and you left me.
You are happy now.
One day, I, too, shall be.
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Alone | Poetry
PoetrySometimes, you're the loneliest when you're in a room full people. Sometimes, you hurt the most when you can't feel. Loneliness kills.
