In a void, wrapped in loneliness and pain,
like a red ribbon on a gift box,
I seethe in frustration,
and deem myself a fool.

Agnoy often leaves one acting unfair,
so here I lay, in a puddle of my misery,
withering in pain like an unloved flower,
blaming myself when I am uncapable,
of blaming those around me.

Disconnected like a broken wire, phone dangling,
staring at nothing and biting my lips,
while disappointment makes my heart clench.
I am here, but I wish I was anywhere else.

Pain, like a sharp edge of a knife,
cutting my skin, drawing out blood,
and putting in negative thoughts;
I am stuck in my bleeding body,
holding onto a heavy, bruised heart.

What is worse, I wonder:
Hurting, or being alone?

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