Alone
All that's left is an empty soul,
A broken heart without you to hold.
Questions that tire my mind,
Not one answer of any kind.
Tears that burn the eyes,
Leaving my body to weak to fight.
All this pain has been to much to bare,
And alone, that wasn't fair.
If you had known how hard it was to survive,
Maybe you would have helped and I'd still be alive!
Copyright © Lynn Wallace | Year Posted 2021
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