Loneliness is having a party
in my mind again and that’s okay.
I am surrounded
by souls.
Some treat me like
sunlight and some treat me like
moonlight.
I cry myself to sleep
and no one knows that the truth
about loneliness is that it protects
ones heart from everything but itself.
There’s a funeral in my heart,
and the casket is too small for my
childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’
I want to live without thinking
about who will miss me when I’m gone
because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye
letters that mean nothing without a recipient.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and there are no flowers because
nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide.
I wish I can say sorry for being
so selfish but that would mean apologizing
for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together
like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and I am all alone here with the lights closed
because the window might glow and I am not light.
I am not light.
this is so powerfully sad…….
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Thanks. 🙂
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So beautiful… but so sad….thank you for sharing
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💙💙💙
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Sad poem
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Thanks for reading. 💙
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