Dispatched

Is this where you put me,
In some deep dark hole,
Yet I’m not alone here,
More unfortunate souls.

Maybe you feel broken,
Or maybe you are guarded,
Maybe that was the reason,
Why we were all discarded.

When you have something in common,
It becomes quite a tendency,
To know someone’s pain,
From a common enemy.

But the hole is not eternal,
It certainly has an end,
And the ones that climb out,
Are the ones you once called ‘friend’.

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