“The sound of loneliness turned up to ten”…

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This is my life,
my own private hell…

A fucked up misfit,
in a mental prison cell…

Trying so hard,
to please everyone…

Just to be liked,
to be someone’s Sun…

In a cold cruel world,
amidst so much pain…

Never getting it right,
always trying to explain…

Leaving me drained,
bitter and twisted…

Wishing to end it,
like I never existed…

As no one would care,
if I just disappeared…

No one would notice,
if the desk was cleared…

And from this moment,
I dropped off the radar…

Life would go on,
just without my scars…

Where someone else,
would take my place…

Another faceless number,
so easy to replace…

And totally forgotten,
in the blink of an eye…

So maybe now’s the time,
to simply say goodbye…

A final farewell,
to the silent herds…

Leave them a message,
in actions, not words…

As this is my life and
I can no longer take it…

Sick of my imperfections,
sick of being a misfit…

~

41 responses to ““The sound of loneliness turned up to ten”…

  1. Powerful words, yet we each have a purpose for being, finding it, going with it can help bring the hope and joy we all crave as well as in the long term also recognition. Don’t give up no matter the temptation

  2. Pingback: “The sound of loneliness turned up to ten” | All Things Chronic

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