7,300 nights
I cried myself to sleep
My bones tired,
Heart aching deep
7,300 nights
Not alone but lonely
should have known
I have no company
7,300 nights
Filled with fakery
used me like a tool
There's no sincerity
7,300 nights
Dipped in sorrow
Paid with my blood
Now I'm hollow
7,300 nights more
Of unbearable pain
I'll have to push through,
And I musn't complain.
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Lingering Lines
PoetryLines that will linger on your thoughts long after you had read them (well, I hope so). Most impressive ranking: #2 - reflections #3 - thoughts and feelings #5 - sentiments
