My pillow is wet with tears again.
Another person left behind.
Am I that forgettable?
Doesn't anyone see me?
Remember my name?
See my face?
Doesn't anyone want to find me?
In this place so close to hell.
Damned to eternal solitude.
Trapped in this place that has long grown cold!
If only I were somebody with acceptance.
Somebody could say my name knowing its me.
Stranded alone...
Stranded in a room that's been so long flooded.
I can feel it soaking in.
Forever trapping me inside my self.
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