Afraid Of Being Alone

Bring forth my pain
In a bright red blood stain
Where it pours like rain
From my own swollen heart
Nor words or even thoughts could bring me back, but a sweet kiss from a ladies sweet lips just might bring me back from this daze.
Always leery to step ahead
Afraid of what might be said
But what can be said?
Why would I want to come back
To something I lack?
Without it, I might as well not exist
To perish now could save me from all my troubles and worries
Never have to say I'm sorry
Or worry about having to find a true love
Who cares? No one cares!
If not known now then it probably never will be known
And I always will be alone

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