I've never been loved
Never been comforted
Never been told
That it's gonna be okay
I've never had a shoulder to cry on
Never had a person to talk with
Never been told
That I'm gonna be okay
It's just my hand
That wipes my tears off of my face
It's just my mirror
That sees my bloodshot eyes
It's just my ears
That hear me cry, every night
It's just me
On my bed,
Under the sheets
Inside these four walls,
Solitary
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cacophony: a poetry collection
Poetryhighest rank - #1 in poetry • ° cacophony ; a meaningless mixture of sounds ° here i present a messy cluster of my thoughts. just like what the title mean, 'meaningless' my thoughts are to which I give shape in the form of words. this book is a com...
