LONELINESS

LONELY

My joy not shared died young.
Right before puberty,

Right before I could find a friend,
Who could reach into my veins,
And heat up the ice cubes of pain, anger and rejection

Now I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road
Right before I offered my breasts to my newborn happiness, I stabbed it.

Now I am creating a new path
Marked by my footprints of loneliness,
My struggles between to,
Live or die,
Right before I poison everything.

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