I am feeling so lonely and unsure,
for which I found that there is no cure.
Spiraling down a case of darkness,
it's cold and there is nothing but dampness.

This madness that eats at my very soul,
there is nothing here that could console.
It tears at the fabric of my being,
there is no sign of it fleeting.

It's been a long time since i could smile for real,
at least not the way that you used to make me feel.
You had a gentle way with how you did things,
and it always did pull on my heartstrings.

Every moment with you was like sunshine,
so much so you were my mainline.
Now I am left with nothing but sorrow,
and it's my fault I am left here to wallow.

by heather leutzinger

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