Lonely at Heart

June 9, 2008
By Nayeli Celedon, Burlington, NC

The tone of the harp
That plays this song in my sad heart
My mind begins to race
Thoughts of you appear inside me
I begin to feel the emptiness you left behind
It makes the happiness on my face disappear
You've left me with doubt
That I've begun to grow cold
The life I once had fades slowly away
From the slit of my wrest
To the scream of my tears
My growing sorrow tells me that my life is becoming a whole lie and I must stop
I have closed my eyes and now drifted off toward deeper scare
And things I've looked to find but never reached only became lost memories
I gave up
And I'm lost in my dark soul
I cant come out so I have to die my way out.

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