In the depths of solitude, I dwell
Slowly consuming my own hell
Striving hard, tucked away on the shelf
Each day mirrors the last, in itself
Songs birthed, destined to be unheard
Guided by critiques, wrong or right
No romance to grace my dimming light
Amidst the dying, I persist in trying
To garner pride ere they fade from sight
Yet cries for aid, silently plead
In this vast emptiness, I bleed
Longing for kin, for solace's touch
Yearning for rescue, from this crushing clutch
Excesses squandered, earnings burnt
Liquor's veil, to mask the hurt
In fleeting moments, at parties I roam
Kissing strangers, pretending they're home
A stranger to self, haunted by past's decree
Struggling to embrace who I used to be
A futile dance, to fit the mold
Desperate attempts, constantly foiled
Loneliness, my constant kin
Echoes of family, lost within
Yearning for connection, any guise
In this desolation, where hope dies
Yearning to belong, yet always adrift
In the silent cacophony, my soul sifts
A plea beneath the surface, to be seen
In this lonesome landscape, I've never been keen
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