Ah, Misery, my good old friend!
It’s nice to see you again
Though you didn’t really leave my side
You’ll be with me till the very end.

You too, dear loneliness
Though I must confess
Of this I am quite sure
In my grave I’ll be lonely no more

I’m tired of being miserable
No happiness, peace, joy, nothing!
And they try to convince me otherwise
That I have it all, oh, everything.

Loneliness is a sin
What a predicament to be in!
It’s the ultimate freedom, to be sure
In my grave I’ll be lonely no more!

Categories: Poetry

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