Every Night

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Every night, I cry for myself

Clawing my chest

As it burns down

Wanting to be heard

At the same time– not.

Staring at the ceiling

I felt so empty and dead

I try to reach for a hand

But there is none.

Every night, I feel so pathetic

Hopeless, stupid, ugly, coward

Every night, I feel so out of place

Non-existing, dark, unknown

And every night, I cry out for someone.

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