Nothing at all
I don't think I can stop these teardrops
I try to hold them back
But they want to fall
I don't feel loved, I feel alone
I am becoming nothing
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
I don't think I can stop these teardrops
I try to hold them back
But they want to fall
I don't feel loved, I feel alone
I am becoming nothing
Nothing at all
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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