I cannot breath.
Is this an illusion, or just a dream?
People talking.
Cars drive by.
I walk the streets, no one by my side.
My coffees cold.
It has no cream.
It's just as black, as my life and its theme.
The sky is melting.
Cracking up my soul.
I'm breaking down, I've lost control.
My mind morphs.
As you walk away.
I've never felt more lonely, watch me decay.
I'll close my eyes.
It's time to sleep.
And when I cry, I won't make a peep.
. : You can be alone, even when surrounded by friends : .
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