Worst Kind Of Loneliness Poem by Broken Shell

Worst Kind Of Loneliness



After-thoughts will have to suffice, because now there are no words.

Memories are strange in the way you can almost see them,
feel them, but not quite like a dream though they were real at the time.

Whatever it was, I wasn't it.

Being misunderstood is the worst kind of loneliness.

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