The Loneliness
My life feels like a dark room,
no light is getting in.
The shades are painted shut
and the walls are closing in.
The floor is made of quicksand.
The ceiling’s falling down.
I try, but I can’t seem to pick myself up off the ground.
The pictures turn to ashes.
The mirrors change my face.
The doors keep slamming anytime I try to leave this place.
I call, but no one hears me.
I scream, but no one’s there.
This is how my life is,
no one said it would be fair.
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