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I've entered my home. Through the front door. What can I do. I don't want to feel like a bore. I'm sat in the lounge. Watching tv. There's not a lot on. Nothing for me. I've moved to the kitchen.
So the world outside my window. Can stay right where it is. My home is now my castle. And in it nothing gives. A dam is built from flowers. That surround the castle wall.
I walk these hallowed halls alone, the Walls echo history in a myriad of ways.
#Household - cutting it fine. I live in a tower atop a hill, Where the landscape changes: it's never still. And if I look out on a summer's day, Who's to say the day won't be dull and grey.
#100days seeking solace. My only solace,. In this time of great displeasure,. Is a tub of ice-cream in the freezer,. Thawing, slowly, on the kitchen counter,.
Nothing Never Why should there ever be. Why should I trust anyone besides myself and me. Nothing Never Friendship is all lies A manipulation seen through some desperate eyes.
The air of dejection lingered around in the chilly, dark room. In the corner of the abandoned, decaying room was a girl, barely in view.
So, you died. You had taken a few more steps across the moss-infested slimy planks. They were roughly entwined, and heaved under even the subtlest weights, crackling with bursting air pockets.
As a young boy, he is full of out of the ordinary and the ocean is his invisible friend And he would smile as he cried and pretended to drink sunflowers He is an artist at work with his tub of...
The rain, the cold, the pain...the pain. I just stand outside on the cold night. Tears freezing on my cheek as the tremble down as i plunge my nails into my skin.
I awake in cold sweat. Darkness surrounds me. It is impossibly black. I feel as if it is drawing me in, attempting to swallow. I wave my hand in front of my face. Nothing. No movement is seen.
Annie loved to travel. Shame she was too scared To step out Her front door. So she read All the books on Travel writing she could Find. Well, the places she visited With the turn of a page.
Sara: It's been months ever since I stopped going to school. I miss him so bad. I wonder what does he think about me. Will he miss me. Or does he even notice I'm not at school for six months.
Lock the door. Can't take it anymore. I'll sit here alone. And admire the stone. Watch sunshine creep in. Mind drifts, yelling begins. I'm not for it. I'll stay away and never quit. Being Separate..
I've hit a new low, No where left to go. I just want to get away. Or be left alone today. Stop bothering me, please. Your words they merely tease. Can't you see how I feel. Just go do what you will.
In a wondrous wintry setting The Hotel Overlook Closes for the winter So there's no need to book Take your pick of rooms They'll all be empty Except for 237 Contains a mad lady The kitchen is...
I'm so far gone, I can do this on my own Please leave me alone Im screaming down the phone My house is not a home, What the hell is going on Where did it go wrong.
Descent into loneliness is a long way down No one to talk to no friends around, No one to make you laugh or smile No one around for quite a while, No shoulder to cry on when times are hard No one to...
A kind old man Came yesterday Gave me water But walked away I stared at him As he turned his heel No thanks I spoke How must he feel.
For the silent man, His river runs very deep, Many think him mute in his speech, No one actually knows him, Or his thoughts or his feelings.
At this point in my life I could be surrounded by a million people and still feel like the loneliest person in the world. My Dad has moved away, my brother has moved away.
Do you ever feel like you need to take a walk. A walk that never ends and lots of time to think, but your legs never hurt and your feet never ake.
Have to find another way To let my mind recover Another morning feeling dirty Fragile, depressed and hungover. An outcast from society, I can't handle sobriety.
She drifts on pearly white wings gazing out into the stretching abyss mournfully. Her world once as bright has her golden hair and as pure as her cloudy dress.