The Feeling of Being Alone

It’s such an awful, eerie sound to hear a soul cry
To reach out into the darkness
Hoping that someone is reaching back

There is someone somewhere
Sitting in the dark
In the corner of their room; rocking

They cannot tell one tear from another
They come so fast
Cried so much their voice has cracked

Dead on the outside; their face is slack
Black runs from the eyes
The only other sound is the ticking of the clock

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