Nobody believes in my sadness ...
because the story,
because they would find ... the
because I have everything ...
but I have nothing ...
Absent and without you
in all areas of my day,
empty
no one perceives it,
my loneliness bottled
in much autonomy,
nor my tears extreme
sovereign behind a smile.
Tremendously deserted.
With my lost hobbies.
drowning With my inconsolable.
sleeping with my dreams.
© MarisaLy
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