Night Crying
By Oxygen
Sometimes, in the darkness of the night,
I cry.
Tears wet my pillow, drenching it in salty tears.
I cry because of my pain.
I cry because I am alone.
I cry because I want to die.
I cry because no matter how many people are around me,
I am alone.
I cry because nobody understands me.
Nobody.
I cry because of my thoughts.
The suicidal ones and the dark ones.
I cry because I have no use.
I cry because I want to die.
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