When the darkness closes in,
When the lights don’t work,
That’s when I wish you were holding my hand.
The darkness is daunting.
When I am incomplete,
When pieces are missing,
That’s when I wish you had picked up the pieces.
I long to be whole.
When the world is my obstacle,
When no one has my back,
That’s when I regret letting you go.
The world could have been ours.
When the loneliness sets in,
When no one can fill the void,
That’s when I miss you.
Being lonely is rude with so many faces in the room.
When alone is defined,
When no one wants to fill the void,
That’s when I can’t stand the pain.
It’s hard when everyone knows I’m damaged.
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