The loneliness
You can’t escape
It’s there with our without you
It’s there in a crowded room
It’s there on a deserted street
I used to enjoy being alone
Cause I wasn’t lonely
Now I don’t enjoy much of anything
Everything reminds me of something that is no more
Dead flowers of yesterday
Fill my days
And haunt my nights
You don’t listen
You think you know it all
You think you see yourself but you don’t
And if you do see something it’s twisted and manipulative
Scumbag loser
Scumbag,
You are.
Yoda apparently,
I am.
Just let go
Of everything
You ever had
You ever loved
You ever were
You ever knew
And turn
Into something
Or someone new
Cause whatever was
Doesn’t matter
And whatever is will soon be gone
It’s time to just move on
You’ll be fine without them
And they will be even more fine without you
Let it all go
Go somewhere else
And go start a new
You are so much more
Than any name or label
Or whatever is not really anything at all
Has made you believe you are
-kc
You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
Say goodbye
You don't understand
And you don't want to try to keep me now
And I will never go back there again
Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to. 
I wish I didn’t spend the majority of my days
Working for someone else
To pay for
The cost of living
A life
I didn’t
Exactly sign up for
…or maybe I did
There’s nothing for me
To hold on to now
I remove
You
From
my heart
From my head
And from my life
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
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Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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