If misery loves company, then why am I alone?
So sick of being used, I'd like to smash my phone.
Betrayed by all, cuts me to the bone.
No one has to say a word, their actions make it known.
Never have a good day, and soon I'll be a crone.
Been blue so long, it's become my tone.
Hurt so much, I wish my heart was stone.
Gave so much kindness, left an empty drone.
So many chances, all of them were blown.
Amazing how my bitterness has grown.
Took them in, robbed me blind and left me lone.
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