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Sitting in a world full of people and yet I still feel lonely.
Wondering if those days of happiness will ever come back.
Thinking about the memories and how we were perfect for each other.
Wishing I could get my mind off of you anytime soon.
Spending my days miserable while you could care less.
Breaking down each day as the stress builds up slowly.
Feeling like an abandoned house that's neglected and just wants a little TLC.
Wanting what everybody has or wants, Love.
Striving to keep a smile on my face to keep the tears from coming & staining my cheeks.
Sometimes I feel like it wasn't meant for me to be happy.
I see everyone around me smiling & content with what they have.
Me on the other hand, I keep a "fake"smile on & an empty heart yearning to be filled with love.
What I see as love starts from the inside, for others it starts on the outside.
My soul is telling me to stay strong, my heart is telling me to keep looking, but my brain is telling me to stop it all.
My pride is shot, my ego is dead, my confidence has left.
My heart cries & so do my eyes.
The tears soak my pillow as I cry myself to sleep every night.
I feel as if I don't belong anywhere in this world. Like a dirt spot in an all white room.