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The Thing About Being Alone is that You Can't Tell Anyone because There Isn't Anyone to Tell
Is it sad that the
only
thing I really
want is someone
to tell me
it's okay to
cry?
I just need a long,
soft hug with a
burning bridge -
or a person
who cares
and needs a love
like I do.
Because I just feel
so fucking
inconsolable -
I feel like no
heart
would mourn
the day I begin
to decay
in my shroud -
no embrace would
be needed for
shivering
shoulders of
grief would
become of my
abscence.
I feel alone in my
warzone of
a soul.
And, oh -
I know.
How these
words
are old and
pathetic;
but their
age does not
alter their
truth of
my frigid
demeanor.
only
thing I really
want is someone
to tell me
it's okay to
cry?
I just need a long,
soft hug with a
burning bridge -
or a person
who cares
and needs a love
like I do.
Because I just feel
so fucking
inconsolable -
I feel like no
heart
would mourn
the day I begin
to decay
in my shroud -
no embrace would
be needed for
shivering
shoulders of
grief would
become of my
abscence.
I feel alone in my
warzone of
a soul.
And, oh -
I know.
How these
words
are old and
pathetic;
but their
age does not
alter their
truth of
my frigid
demeanor.
Published 17th Feb 2014
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17th Feb 2014 6:38am
I like how it's a pomes that sounds more like its talking to you instead of Shakespeare sounding
17th Feb 2014 10:26am
17th Feb 2014 4:00pm
17th Feb 2014 4:39pm
I often feel the same way. Maybe we need to have a super duper mega awesome freaky fucking alone party .___.
17th Feb 2014 5:59pm
