Being alone
It’s awful
For the first little while it’s a reprieve from the noise
And then the noise is me
And I can’t escape it
Can’t escape me
How do I get away from myself?
Longing to talk to someone
Really talk
Live in a conversation for a while
Friends are great
I think
I had them once, but I was awful
At least I think I was
They’re all gone now
That’s all I really know
This silence
Where my ears are ringing
It’s only silent because I’m putting my thoughts down
Elsewise I’ll drown
There was hope before
That someone would see me
I wonder why I was so wrong?
So eternity, is it?
Mine
The money will run out and then I’ll be back to where I was
But now there will be no vague promises of tomorrow
I can’t imagine someone who would see me
It must be nice
To find a place to belong
What is that place like?
I don’t know what to do
If I’m alone, and this is my sentence in life
Ended up so alone I swallowed myself whole
Death is terrifying
The prospect of this never ending and then death just being death and then I am gone and there was just nothing
Sometimes the terror grips me
So this is it?
This is the life I apparently chose?
Tell me how in the hell I’m supposed to love myself for this?
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The me that I am now deserves better than this
I don’t know what to say for any of the me’s in the past
This may be my sentence, but I deserved better than this
I deserved the life I envisioned
Even though bit by bit it has faded away before my eyes
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