stream of loneliness

why oh why must i be here,

by myself in a stream,

a stream of of loneliness.

 

i feel and see nothing,

but i just think im the nothing i cant see,

i look in the mirror there is nothing there,

i touch to see if im alive but there is nothing.

 

am i alive lets see,

if i cut myself is there any blood,

if i hit myself will i feel it,

i could give a bat to someone have them hit me,

but wait,

just wait,

look,

there is no one here.

 

i hope to find my way out,

out of this stream,

stream of loneliness that i cant see.

 

will i get out,

will i feel and maybe see a person,

just one person thats all i want,

just to feel and see me,

just me the real me.

 

Author's Note

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