I Am Lonely
I hate the quiet of the house.
I hate the cold sheets.
I hate the emptiness in the space beside me.
I hate the aching loneliness.
I hate the absence of touch.
I hate the feel of my own hands on my skin.
I hate the way my hair is wet with tears.
I hate the way sleep won't come.
And right now.....I find I'm not really all that fond of me either.
I hate the cold sheets.
I hate the emptiness in the space beside me.
I hate the aching loneliness.
I hate the absence of touch.
I hate the feel of my own hands on my skin.
I hate the way my hair is wet with tears.
I hate the way sleep won't come.
And right now.....I find I'm not really all that fond of me either.
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