dying in the inside


I'm used to this feeling, 
the loneliness.

Asking me why, I'm lonely.
he's not here to hold me,
in this lonely place.

When this feeling comes,
The razor comes out.
my wrists bleed.

I end up crying,
hoping I won't awake,
from this, my dream.
Dying in the inside.


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