Alone in Atlanta

I write this alone in Atlanta
Kelly has religion and her.
Quita has Jalyn
I have nothing.
I'm in city surrounded by thousands
But still alone.
Nobody understands the pain behind these eyes.
The suffering and pain. That's why I'm always alone.
I keep the door to my soul closed like I'm famous.
My days are fading. Here is just some thoughts.
I wrote this alone in Atlanta

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"Feel you don't wanna be alive? You feel how I am."

"We all gotta go one day. I just wanna cut to the chase."