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The lonely
The lonely
As I sit there in my room all alone,
All I can think about is the emptiness I feel,
Nobody to talk to,
Nobody to see.
Everyday is the same old day,
On my own,
Going over the same things.
It makes me feel so empty but someone how the depression makes me feel so much.
It tricks me,
Makes me believe it’s here to comfort me,
Here to be my friend.
My one and only friend.
I let depression in, maybe he will take away the loneliness.
He doesn’t.
He tears me down more,
Eats away at my thoughts,
Taking all he wants from me.
I am vulnerable to depression but still I let him in more.
He tricks me,
Plays mind games.
But I like games don’t I?
Games are fun,
If I play these games I will have a friend.
But what I don’t realise is depression isn’t a true friend and leaves you back in the dark all alone.
Nobody to talk to,
Nobody to be with,
Just you and the lonely.
Copyright ©
Hollie Moore
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