Is this how it's going to be?
Trying to learn and accept the fact
that it's not going to
work out the way I hoped.
I'm screwed.
I can't control the way I feel,
when the thoughts of loneliness
creep into my brain,
I'm scared.
That one day I'm going to break.
Where can I find sense of home?
I'm done.
With my heart hearting this way...
or so I say.
I'm shy.
I can't put myself out there.
I'm arrogant.
Says the people who try
to answer my question of loneliness.
Be bold, they say.
Though when I try,
I'm put down.
I'm lost.
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Author:
outsidetoinside (
Offline) - Published: February 19th, 2018 00:33
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Hmmm though i can't get into your mindframe here i'd suggest the question was premature. If you had lost your lifes partner then i'd see your point but somehow i get the feeling you're pushing folk away... hence loneliness. It would be nice to be wrong in this instance.
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