Do you ever feel
Like you're losing yourself
In this dark misty fog
Of aloneness.
Things precious to you,
Once made your heart warm,
Slowly slipping away,
Like sand from your palm.
Helpless, restless,
I've come to situation, this
So hopeless.
Wanting to cry out loud,
Or least just pour my heart out.
So much left unsaid,
Having done things I dread.
All left with now,
A tired soul,
So certain that I am to be blamed,
For all that went wrong.
Or maybe it couldn't be helped,
Maybe we ran out of shelf life,
The two sides to this uncomfortable silence,
Neither of which I can bear.
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