Exile

A monsoon sighs out of my desolate lungs
    I'm not even surprised I can see
The wretch in the mirror hangs his head
    My whole world has turned against me
They helped me climb the tallest cliff
    But left me there for dead
I ran out of tears to cry
    So I'll just sit here instead
    Will I awake or is this real?
If nobody loves me
Then how can I love?
    I can't feel
If nobody will care
Then I don't care
Just leave me here dead
And nevermind what I said
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