Silence is golden so they say
Well there is no gold on a lonely day
Only emptiness regret and fear
Of growing old, of having noone near
Your heart yearns for some company
But your pain and tears none can see
You go through the motions of life
Not really living yet not dead
You can't control suicidal thoughts
that enter your head
You yearn for some love or even one friend
The threads of life slip through your hands
Why does loneliness never repent its demands...
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