Saturday night and I'm all alone,
No one is around me.
I'm just dressed up; Sitting at home.
How has my life come to this?
I was popular, and loved
But that prick ruined my life.
I was held high above everyone else.
But Satan himself took it all away.
How could an innocent soul like myself,
Fall for a guy, that could hurt me so bad.
I'm going to grow old all by myself.
This wasn't my plan, why has it come to this?
Laying in bed at night,
I pray to the Gods above me,
To take away my pain and life.
But I continue to wake up; All the same.
So this Saturday night, I sit alone again,
Contemplating my own decisions,
If the Gods won't do it, should I?
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Submission Name: Saturday Nights
