My Loneliness is killing me keeping my poor heart weeping, this coldness of true loneliness is eating away at me No one should have to go through life like this.
I could no longer fool myself living in a place of happiness when all I see is the gray hovering over me, my heart is truly broken like someone had left me for the dead I have no where to rest my head.
Because my mind is traveling over time that reviles what I am feeling, I know this may sound silly but really this has became apart of me.
In my mind I would see a place that haunts me I am upon a mighty sea where his eyes are looking at me... but I never understood what it all means, I just no I am in something deep that scars the hell out of me.
In this darkness of my loneness I have found myself in something deep that leaving me cold and weeping, I don't really know if I'm sleeping my pains are cutting me so bad leaving me feeling mad.
Iām bleeding out into the sea because this old loneliness has taken over me left me feeling cold and very alone; but I keep hanging on like an old sad song that keep playing on.
I can no longer bear it but somehow I am getting stronger I know I must- standing around in this dust, this loneliness make me feel like I have no existence, No self-worth Oh, how this hurts the worst.
A life of a living Hell Did that wring someone's Bell? out in the cold so very alone... trying to make it on my own I have nowhere to call home all I do is roam.
Oh, how my body craves to be loved but love was never a part of me, my empty heart just bleeds like ink as I wrote my famous lines for the whole world to read about a life that kept so many hooked.
So I could set my soul at easy and my spirit run free so I could feel a touch of love and just maybe be love back instead of always being attacked behind my back.
It is crazy how so many has read my book they all wanted take a better look like they are hooked but then it was them that wanted to bring on more rain just to give me more pain.
But when I wrote down my story of my lonely life that made me cry in my own bloodstained ink where it is my sprit sink's to pass the time- to easy my nights to easy my mind my pains of loneliness remains, but one day it will go away.