This is now my world... it is flooded with tears, my walls are my hurts and pains, i am sitting on loneliness and sadness... outside i have gardens of our memories... all the good, all the bad, and all the in betweens. My doors and windows are the huge voids and emptiness in me.

The horizon is dark, always gloomy.

The butterflies that i love so much, they flew away to a lovelier garden. My rainbow's end which i always have my pail of happiness has lost its colors and the pail is empty, i have used up all my happiness.

There is no sense of time here, it is always sorrowful o'clock. Day and night do not exist here as i am always wide awake torturing myself with images of you caring for her.

No music as well, the only sound are my silent cries, whimpers, and sobs.

Sometimes i dance to the sound of my heart tearing in to pieces.

There is no tomorrow, it is only a repeat cycle of today. Forever exists in here though... every single moment of desperation feels like eternity.

Who would want to live in this world? Only me because i often go to my garden where i have our memories planted and i let myself dwell in a deeper sense of loneliness but with a little shade of happiness because sometimes, i still find you there...

A thorough expression of how impactful loneliness can be. Something that is relatable to many. This phrase stood out to me: "sorrowful o'clock"

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