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there are nights when the pain becomes stronger
and tonight breathing seems to be the hardest thing to do
my heart aches as if someone runs a knife over it
accompanied by the dark
i sing the song of death
and count the sheep
to put myself to an endless sleep.

lonely

why do i feel alone still,
when i’m surrounded by people,
why does it feel lonelier,
when i’m around people,
i wish the world revolves around me
sometimes,
because the pain is unbearable.

suffocate

these days
it's even harder to breathe
i look around and see happiness
it's suffocating
because it isn't mine

it doesn't seem like
the world has a place for me
i don't want to believe that
but i've searched
it's just not there.