Felt loneliness
Felt hopeless
Felt horrible
Felt always in trouble
Sometimes we sad
and mad
That we thought alone in
a corner of a room
We cry easily
Like a crying baby
Started to think that I am stronger
I have no fear
But when we open that door
We close back because of roar
The roar of noises
Came from the uncomfortable visits
Of people in our lives
That could be a lies
Back to the room
And felt again the doomed
©wendysuico
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