The Blues

I’m hurt, I’m cold, Drowning all by my own. There’s no one for me to hold, Can’t you see?

It’s hurting, It’s paining. It’s breaking, It’s aching. This curse is so deafening, there’s no one escaping, These waves are suffocating, I am done contemplating, Now I can’t no more.

Cornered in a room, Curled up in a ball, Tired of these feelings, When would it stop?

It’s getting hard and hard to breathe, breathing underwater, surrounded by this silence, no one’s listening. I’m alone.

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