Life In The Shadows
My head is filled with sentences full of loath...
This hollow chest resembles an empty tomb...
Somewhere deep is buried the person...
I used to be
My life is loneliness...
Only way for me to exist is to isolate...
It is getting ever so difficult to feel...
Why did i turn out this way?
I cannot relate to anything...
And each daunting day is a reason...
To end it all
How long until all of this is done with?
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