It's a lonely day, I know not what to do,
I just want to talk about the things I go through.
It's lonely here and I've never felt so alone,
No one wants to talk to me, not even on the phone.
Maybe I'm too much, or maybe I'm not enough,
I want to talk about things, but can't express myself.
There I sit in my corner of sadness and tears,
Sound of the falling rain is music to my ears.
This is your cliché story of my desolation,
Where my inner voice ruins my concentration.
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Poems For The Sad Soul
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