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An Island called Me

Crashed upon this deserted land

I stand alone ,no one , not hand in hand

I cry and cringe in a fetal rolled up ball

Wailing until there are no more tears to fall

Hurting,broken,left alone

no love, no life, no one to call my own

No friends , No family, just memories of the past

I cling to these with every breath, just trying to make them last

 

I wonder why I'm so unworthy, why they left me here to die

Was I such a bad person, was my everything a lie

I sometimes feel anger, sometimes feel sad

but most of the time , I feel numb, which in turn ,makes me feel bad

 

I think back to all those memories and realize one fatal truth

It was me who pushed away, locking myself in this silent booth

Opening up, sharing myself was just to hard a task

Now I'm left with nothing, but this worn out, ugly mask

 

So I deserve to be stuck here

To rot from my own fear

I crashed myself so recklessly into this sandy grave

Trying to get away from all the love they would have gave

So now it is so painfully visible to see

I am a prison unto myself on this Island called me

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