Alone

I bleed only to speak the truth

especially when I know it's nothing to you.

I'm blinded by the lies you said

that you would be here to help and protect.

Sometimes, I try to pretend that I'm okay,

but what I feel is just too much to contain.

They tell me it's pathetic,

They tell me I'm emotionally sick.

I bleed in the realization that I am nothing to you,

that in anything I do, you won't give a damn, that's true.

I try to understand, that maybe, this is just for now,

you're just too busy to see, to hear, to feel.

Maybe I'm afraid, afraid to feel alone,

but then I remember, when have I not felt alone.

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