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I sit I cry

for reasons plenty

life's disastrous turn to hell

gives only pain and suffering

dial tones to voice-mails

stuck alone in a basement

dingy and secluded

people are never there

except when convenient for them

or my ears are needed to just listen

but when I speak or try

about my ails and weakness

their ears close

or purposely they just ignore

giving no reply but a change of subject

I was once pleasant

now I eat, smoke, drink away the loneliness

adding half a ton

of pounds and pain

and every day just a little more

some stress some misery

no one truly cares

i wonder if i even do

no matter the life i show

the ear i lend

I drown myself in their every word

I've lost myself

I do not matter

I am not worthy

I deserve to suffer

It's been so long since I've cried

and now I'm unable to stop

my heart bleeds tears

forever