I am alone.
I have no one here with me.
No one understands.
Any pity just makes me feel worse.
I'm tired of being lied to.
Everyone is out to hurt me I swear.
What did I ever do to anyone?
What did I do to deserve this?
I want to be left alone.
But not like this.
This kind of alone is burning.
I am alone.
This is my world.
This is my lie, my so-called life.
Beaten down and beaten up.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(04/12/2012)
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