Soul's Desolation
Worse than being homeless,
Living where it's a home "less."
The panic attacks and numbness,
It started where she wanted love to be.
The whole world crushes, and nowhere to go,
The place she thought would bring her peace.
Now it becomes hell, more like a prison.
Leave, run, and disappear,
Faster, but not so slow.
In hopes of being called and loved,
You're foolish to trust when you know what comes.
If it's not love, there's no need to stay,
It'll consume your soul away.
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