How it feels to be alone

You throw up, you wipe it up

Lying in a state of sick

Wishing there was a kind hand

A cool wash cloth on your forehead

Something nice said

You’ll be alright

In the silence

When you’re alone

There’s no one to see how sick you feel

Only your sickness to keep you company

Trying to convince yourself it’s not as bad as you think it is

And once it’s gone it’s like it never happened

A blink in time

I wish I wasn’t alone

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