I wrote this a while ago, but I still feel it from time to time.. like resently.
This room is full of people
this city’s full of crowds
Yet some how I’m so lonely
my heart is broken still
and they pass me by and smile
they wave and say hello
can’t they see my soul is bleeding
can’t they see my spirts breaking?
My room is dark an lonely
as I crawl
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