Shattered life, traumatized hope, dilapidated faith.

Pain, anguish, solitude, this longing for death!!

Unable to endure these, I smash the inert cell phone,

That's what it feels like to be home all alone.....

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The modest sound of a falling pen, or a passing rat,

Or a shrieking bird, or a creepy black cat.

These natural things seem so queer and unknown.

That's what it feels like to be home all alone......

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Malicious wind blows mutely, as pages of the diary turn,

Revealing eternal memoirs that make the heart burn.

Tears pour involuntarily, and halt on their own.

That's what it feels like to be home all alone......

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There's no one to talk to, no one to swallow my anger.

No one to terminate this pain, or even this horrendous hunger.

There's solely a forlorn room to sit in and mourn.

That's what it feels like to be home all alone......

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(A/N: please review!)