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Screaming
Here goes another night
Laying in my bed holding my pillow tight
Sometimes I cry
Occasionally my heart feels that it may die
The next morning I look right
Tie, bottom down and, slacks look out of sight
But inside my heart
I feel so tart
The lonelyliness is a smite
No one sees right
Behind my looks
And my books
There is not a friend in sight
The pain from my only is tight
Won't there be another soon
To wash away this gloom
Laying in my bed holding my pillow tight
Sometimes I cry
Occasionally my heart feels that it may die
The next morning I look right
Tie, bottom down and, slacks look out of sight
But inside my heart
I feel so tart
The lonelyliness is a smite
No one sees right
Behind my looks
And my books
There is not a friend in sight
The pain from my only is tight
Won't there be another soon
To wash away this gloom
Published 19th Jun 2014
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Anonymous
5th Dec 2014 3:15pm
Dark and beautiful..I can relate to this. Great ink.
