The world is busy, people walk around in their everyday lives surviving , mingling stories and sharing breath.
But lonely is all I've ever known, I was sprung from its ashes it has become my home.
I take baby steps into a world unknown .
Hopeing for a warm embrace.
I find only cold words and granite faces, smirks of laughing scorn.
Look into loneliness as she comforts her child, soothes her ever gently, she escapes inside.
The abyss is not so bad once you close your eyes.
The chill not so stark, yes loneliness is dark, but it doesn't claw my soul and hurt my pride.
My stomach cramps with the numb hunger of nobody.
Pities heartburn is on the house, death sold for the highest price.
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