oh to fill this oppressive silence
oh to not feel the weight of lack of sound
oh to feel anything but this overwhelming sense of dread and despair
i miss the feeling of your hands through my hair
i miss the warmth of your embrace
the feel of the slight stubble on your face
im so tired of being alone
thats why i can never go home
i feel your absence in every corner of the room
i turn to tell a funny joke to a phantom
theres a ghost in my life
haunts me everywhere i go
and its name is you
YOU ARE READING
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RandomLife is full of hardship, whether it be of your own making or it happening to you, we all go through it. I guess this is just me, going through it. Hope this helps at least one person.
