Sadness Is My Friend

In the midst of the night
feeling very lonesome
no place to go,
nobody ever calls.
What should I do?
I ask myself.
My mind wonders,
And where are you?
sadness, is my friend
dying, is my fear
loneliness, always
no one is near.
Who said, it's easy
to live this life
when we are so far
from one so, dear.

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