Alone, Depression, loneliness, lonely, poem, Poetry, reality, sad childhood

(1 verse, 4 lines) – #13

Since I was a child, my growth has been spurred by sorrow.
Now that I’ve grown, I’ve lost more than I could borrow.
Seems I am bound to a demon’s path and tomorrow,
I’ll face the day with only me and my shadow.

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