There was once a time
When I would watch sad movies
Alone
In my room
Trying to cry
Begging for the tears
To wash over me
Asking the grief to find me.
I would stare into the blackness
And ask the void to speak to me
But only heard silence
But now
As it seems
The void has begun to blair
And grief has a firm grip
On my heart
The tears need no enticing
As they live right on the edge of my lids
As I live right on the edge of it all.
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