Will they ever be a time where I'll feel different.
Will they ever be a time I won't be lonely, crave and adore solitude, a time where sadness won't hug like a friend, when pain will never return, a time I am happy, truly, irrevocably, infinitely.
Will they ever be a time my heart won't always ache, a time where my body won't ache because I'm in so much pain.
Will there ever be a happier time, a better time or will I kick the bucket before I have the chance to sleep in a bathtub. Will they ever be a time I'm not riddled with loss, pain and loneliness, a time where loneliness won't be an old friend, a time where I'm happy, truly happy, and I'm not, because I can't seem to.
I'm so lonely, yet in the midst of people, I'm lonelier.
I just want to be happy, truly.
July 28.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
