There isn't a person,
I can call.
Scrolling down my contacts,
This lonely pain worsen.
There is something,
Wrong with me.
When they look at me,
What do they see.
If I could only know why,
What makes people leave me with no goodbye.
Lonely is my reality,
That Im living.
I don't go on social media,
Because I suddenly get,
A bad case of schizophrenia.
Its the perfect pill to make me,
Hate myself.
So I deleted it,
To sober myself.
If it wasnt for music,
Ill probably die,
Liquor is my favorite high.
To mask my lonely,
I let the cognac numb me.
After three glasses,
Im feeling happy.
Hidden from my lonely.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
There isn't a person,
I can call.
Scrolling down my contacts,
This lonely pain worsen.
There is something,
Wrong with me.
When they look at me,
What do they see.
If I could only know why,
What makes people leave me with no goodbye.
Lonely is my reality,
That Im living.
I don't go on social media,
Because I suddenly get,
A bad case of schizophrenia.
Its the perfect pill to make me,
Hate myself.
So I deleted it,
To sober myself.
If it wasnt for music,
Ill probably die,
Liquor is my favorite high.
To mask my lonely,
I let the cognac numb me.
After three glasses,
Im feeling happy.
Hidden from my lonely.
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