To Think

And to think that here

Is where I wanted to be

I know not where I belong 

Don't look at me, leave. 

I'm afraid to speak

Don't search my eyes

I throw it all away

Again, and again, and again.

But I'm alone all the time.

To think that this,

That this is who I am

I told the room to disappear.

Eyes glued shut

Where are all the people

I dream of?

To think that this..

Hollow am I, it is

Just the way I hurt myself

Wild and restrained

That this is what I wanted

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the people left, but the room didn't....I am the room, the empty one....vacant lives
don't want to turn on the light and see themselves.
excellent piece.
j.

[Chris]

alone isn't always lonely, but lonely is always alone. some walk their wild side... a few even live it. Some survive it.

[John the Baptist]

Self loathing and loneliness are a bad combination. Depression can't be far off. Indeed, it might already have arrived.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Solitude. The one thing we want and the one thing that hurts us most. A beautiful portrayal.