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LONELY
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It eats you inside.
A feeling so hard to hide.
It eats you alive.
It is so hard to thrive.
All day, it never goes away.
All night, it is never out of sight.
Every night in bed. all the thoughts in your head.
You try to think of something else instead. You cannot.
You do not like this. You do not like this a lot.
toss and turn
flip and flop stop
ache and burn yearn
\ You watch movies and TV.
What do you see?
You walk along the street.
The feeling,. you is true, is going to beat.
Husbands and wives, enjoying their lives
Girls and boys. No, it does not give you any joy.
You see them on their dates; you really, really, do hate.
You'll wonder if it will ever end.
You;ll think you'll never get a girlfeiend.
Happily never after.
Sometimes, you want to call
a friend on the phone.
You could feel less alone.
You could get some relief.
You could have some peace. Feelings cease.
A friend would make you feel less alone.
No.
Make the call, fellow. Then
Make the call, fellow.
Then go for that walk down the street. You might start it alone, but you might end it connecting with someone.
We're not made to carry on alone, on and on. So it's easy to sympathize with the well of emotions you share here. I hope your call, your cry, is heard soon. I'd say, if it's alright, that a good place to start is by picking up that phone, or - if possible, even better, combining that walk with a trip over to a friend's house.
All the best to you. Little by little, chip away at the void.
Yes
Yes call.