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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