Emptiness seems to be
Something You get used to
The feeling in your gut
You might not make it through
Loneliness is the killer
Cold and heart-breaking nights
Hug a pillow or teddy
As the dark turns to light
Lacking the ability to sleep
Your mind wonders so
Skipping through dreams and nightmares
You try so hard to let go
But my friend your hands are tied
To the things you've done
This battle you keep for
...Your enemy has already won.
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