Alone...Dreadfully, painfully alone.
Lying in bed with my face in the pillow,
Hot tears seeping out nonstop.
Thinking of all the Hurt, and the Anguish.
All of the rejection.
Nothing can soothe this feeling,
He sees right through me and to far places,
And to him I am nothing.
They see a girl with no voice,
They barely see anything else.
Why can't I be loved too?
Can I not be normal like you?
Nobody to hold my hand,
To laugh along with me,
Nobody to love.
Perhaps, I don't really know.
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