Walking Alone...

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After days of terrible life and loneliness, an introvert pours out his emotions on verge of committing suicide

 
Sleepless nights,
Unheard cries,
Lonely rhymes;
 
Worthless heart,
Suicidal thought,
Abandoned dart;
 
Days were like this on and off.
Oh! it's turning a routine of late.
 
Too hard to contain,
Too heavy to be conscious,
 
Oh dear Lord,
Enough of your plays;
Wake me up and let these be bad dreams.
 
For all the sins that I did,
 
Oh dear Lord,
Be sure that I suffered more;
Wake me up and I shall live my dreams.
 
Or
 
Make me sleep and I shall come up to you...
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