My depression made friends with my loneliness
And did not ask permission, are camped out on me
I feel lost and can not explain to them
Where is my happiness, where is my joy
The night is long and I here alone ...
With these two mad at me, they never stop talking
And here I am torn in this avalanche of my heart
I look at my loneliness and I know
She feels sorry for me, my empty soul
That without love is suffering ....
Sandra Mello-flower
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