When life gets to me
I like to sit alone
In a room so free
Of people
And I'm all alone.
I don't know why I like to be alone
I don't know why I stare at the ceiling
I don't know why I like talking
Talking and talking when I'm alone.
The walls heard all my stories
The waters have washed my tears
When I remember all my worries
I always loved to hide behind the fairs.
I don't know why I like to be alone
I don't know why I loved to cry
When I am alone
Everything becomes alright.
When I hear them laughing
Hear me crying
Hear them talking
Hear me acting...
I like to be alone
Because it makes me feel alright
I like to be alone
Because lessens all my frights
When I'm alone
The world just disappears
When I'm alone
I feel I'm with my sister
And with my father
Who could have been.
When I'm alone...
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
