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The winters here. The cold will bight. The worst of it. Comes late at night. For those of us. Who lie alone. On cold lonely beds. We rest our bones. The worst part is. The memories. Of warmer nights.
Alone. Shouldn't moan. You only complain. When I'm there. So why should I care. Space. In this place. You wanted more. Room to breathe. Why should I leave. Sound. None to be found. I keep my company.
#Colourchallenge #Midnightblue #nightdwellers I can't rest tonight I'm not sure quite why Maybe I'm cold Or lonely Or stressed And just can't unwind I'm thinking of you And I miss your touch Your...
To the majority of people home is a safe place, a sanctuary. To me it's a place where I feel alone, a place where I don't want to be.
This place, is new to Me . Here I'm a stranger. I dont know the houses, see no one i know. No Friendly faces, no smiles. No one is taking Amy notice of Me . I could live in another country.
These pages turn too fast. To take in all the words. My memories fade and new ones. Take a turn for the worst. You hold out a hand from behind me. I can't take it cause you'll feel all my scars.
Cheesy. Literally wrote this in 5 minutes... Growing up I know is tough I'm not gonna lie; It's not a bluff. We can still play many games When I die I get the blames.
I'm just a loving fool it seems With no chance of reaching dreams.
Happy, was I, ignorant, Now everything has changed, Now I don't know where I am, Feel lonely and estranged.
All I want to do, is to create that much more opportunity to meet more people. All there are out there are people who wants to offer to keep as a mistress; lover; buddy ...
I'm on a road That goes on for miles and miles Will it take me To a place of happiness and smiles.
He stands half heartedly behind the counter, watching the seconds tick away. Tired of hiding behind closed doors, eagerly awaiting the end of his day.
One more lonely soul. Another lost. Forgotten. You're in my same boat. Dreams and ambition all rotten. You starve. And cut. And hate yourself. You're stressed. And can't rest.
I'm a hermit crab without a shell. A traveler with nowhere to go. A salesman with nothing to sell. I'm a winter without snow. I'm a guitar without its strings. A window facing brick walls.
Pain is my only friend. The only one who comes to see me. Sitting here forgotten. Like a discarded Kleenex. Nobody cares. Nobody worries. Heart shattered into a million pieces.
It's a cold and dark world. Way out there. Keep me warm. I'm running out of air. I don't know where to turn. I've run out of room. Take me to where it's warm. Where the daisies bloom.
I hate Mondays, I hate Tuesdays. I hate Wednesdays too. I hate Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. But at least I have the evenings with you. Sundays the day we can have together.
Lately I've been craving this feeling. Like I want to be touched in places that shouldn't be touched. I want to know things that nobody else is supposed to know. Flesh on flesh. Tell me your secrets.
Nathaniel, arms crossed, feet spread apart, face Looking at his handiwork, filled with glee. Sweat on his face, the laughing lines they trace, Eyes following the adventures of the bees.
I've been moving in and out. Of this old abondoned house. All this silence is such a dreadful sound. Maybe sail up to the moon. Set free a helium balloon. And watch it drift into the night sky.
Everyday I sit and stare. Watch as people walk by. They seem to not see me. And I wonder why. Mom and dad say peculiar. And strange. What do they mean. I'm older now and I finally understand.
All alone. In this world. There's nothing I can do. Lost outside. I'm in the dark. I feel I'm losing you. Tonight's the night. And I feel. There's nothing I can do. I feel so cold. Without a soul.
So things have been okay...I get along with my tutor group pretty okay and I'm just okay. My life is so monotonous. Grey. All I feel is grey. I still miss home, I still miss feeling loved and wanted.
Sitting at the head Of a long empty table. I'd manage a smile, If I were able. Humming the pitchy tune That echoes through the room. A cake in front of me, No one else will consume.