Tired of Being Lonely

The heart of me is not important to the vision of the 
Happiness is my mcguffin, nothing but a plot starter 
Quickly, sorrow sweeps me off my feet 
Back on the ground where I started 
I weep uncontrollably and still no one cares
The heart of me is not important to the vision of the
Today is a mirror image of yesterday's pain 
Love will never find my person in this society 
Psychologically destroyed, a heaping mess
The heart of me is not important to the vision of the
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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