The loneliness, it swallows me up,
drowns me in boredom with myself.

The sadness, it makes me cry,
I think of every single loss.

The coldness, it freezes me,
makes me feel as if I hate the world.

The unhappiness, it hardens me,
makes me want to DIE.

Copyright December 13, 1988

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