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Lonely

Lonely

Sitting alone
Wondering why
All I want to do
Is howl and cry

Stuck in my own head
Feeling lonely and sad
I don't want to feel
This terribly bad

There is no light
Only pitch black dark
My life is so bleak
So bland and stark

I have so much love
To give to you
I don't know what it is
That you want me to do

I don't ask much
Just that you love me
The pain that you cause me
You don't even see

I sit waiting each night
For you to care
Not a single feeling
Do you ever share

I beg you to show me
A little affection
A little more love
Just a little attention

You act like it's hard
Like it's asking too much
I love you so much
I just want to feel your touch

I need to feel loved
To find my happiness again
Can you give that to me
Can you make me feel sane

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Weak

The sadness is creeping
It is taking over my whole being
The insecurity, the self loathing
The constant longing to be somewhere else
Someone else

The endless days
The endless nights
The endless nightmare
That is my life

How I wish to be happy
How I wish to be carefree
How I wish for days gone by
To be the person I once was

I am stuck in this never ending circle
It goes around and around
I can't break through
I am not strong enough now

I have been worn and torn
And am no longer complete
I am broken inside
Like a shattered windscreen
Just holding together by a thin laminate

It is like being stuck in a well
Looking up at the world going by
I put on a front so that nobody knows
I don't want to see the pity in their eyes

I don't want then to know that I am weak
So I keep on keeping on
Smiling along at them talking
Though not really taking them in

My eyes glaze over as they tell me their stories
Though all I think about is my dark place
The place which is now my home
The place which I dread I will live forever

This is my bed and it is here that I lie
Like a stone at the bottom of a lake
Heavy and lifeless
Muddy and worn and being buried more each day

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Empty

She always looks at you 
To see the shape of your face
The cute little way you hold your mouth when you concentrate
The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh and smile

You never look at her to see anything

She always listens to you
To hear how your day has been
The things you have done
The things that you want and need

You never listen to her to hear anything

She always touches you
To feel your warmth beneath her fingers
The curves of your body that she knows so well
To rub your back to ease the tension in your muscles

You never touch her to feel anything

She gives you her heart
Her love
Her compassion
She gives you her everything, and in return she receives nothing

Now she is nothing, an empty shell
Craving the things that she gives you without thinking
The things she deserves
Is she asking too much?

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The Neverending Rollercoaster

We start the ride fresh and feeling good.
Slowly the first bumps appear.
As we start to climb, the bumps become rougher and quicker.

The doubt creeps in.
I second guess my decision.
Should I have been so quick to take this ride with you.
Should I have taken my time, should I have fastened myself in?

I yearned for the excitement, the thrill of the ride.
I wanted to feel the rush of adrenaline.
I needed to feel fun and carefree.
But the feeling didn't last long....

We go up and down, around and around
From one moment to the next, I never know what to expect.
My heart beats with love one minute, the next it beats with anxiety, the next with uncertainty.

I feel all these feelings, like an engine overload.
Our carriage is bumping and scraping and knocking around.
It is so unstable, I feel it could leave the tracks at anytime.

We reach the final peak, and my heart feels like it will burst.
Like it will burst from anxiety, fear, the pain from the bumps, the love of the ride.

We get off the ride, it will close for the day.
I am tired from the emotions of riding this rollercoaster with you everyday.

I lie in my bed, hoping and dreaming, that tomorrow will be different.
That maybe we can ride the carousel instead.
That we can turn slowly, take everything in, and enjoy this ride together.

That instead of the rollercoaster ride, rushing past in blurs of bumps and grinds and fear and anxiety,
that it can be gentle and colourful and full of music and laughter like the carousel.

But the rollercoaster is our life, because this is what you choose.
You tighten your grip on me and pull me in.
Every time!

I do not need the courage to ride the fast ride.
I need the courage to loosen your grip and ride the carousel.

Though the horses on the carousel will only fit 1, and it may get lonely,
loneliness has to feel better than fear and anxiety?