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Aug 2015
He's scared and alone,
Shaken to the bone,
No one to lean on,
No place feels like home,

A stranger in his house,
He's quieter than a mouse,
No point in speaking,
No one is listening,

He cries at night,
Holds his pillow tight,
He screams her name,
But its himself he blames,

Another lonely night with no love in sight,
Another lonely day with nothing to say,
He doesn't want to be around,
He wants to get away,

Will this nightmare ever end?
He thinks to himself and his thoughts begin,
The deeper the blade, he's more further from sane,
Maybe this time he'll go too deep,
And cry himself to eternal sleep.
Harley D Mowls
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