Bitterness.
Never a feeling I thought I could have.
Here it is, though.
Burning my heart.
Reminding me of a Sunday,
Home alone,
Hurting,
Howling,
Hating.
Alone.
Bitterness.
It tries to steal my joy.
This time I won't let it.
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 6:04 AM UTC
Bitterness.
Never a feeling I thought I could have.
Here it is, though.
Burning my heart.
Reminding me of a Sunday,
Home alone,
Hurting,
Howling,
Hating.
Alone.
Bitterness.
It tries to steal my joy.
This time I won't let it.
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