Sitting in your room with no one to talk to. The darkness almost overwhelming you. Feeling like there's no one else in the universe besides you. Like you're the last person alive.
With your music playing and nothing else happening. Just laying on your bed trying not to cry. Trying not to give in to the darkness.
Feels like everything is closing in on you. Like a bird in a cage. But the cage is getting smaller and smaller.
And you want to get up. You want to go downstairs. But you're a bird in its cage. You can't go anywhere. So you just sit there.
It feels like you're tied to you're bed. Like you can't move at all. You struggle but it's no use. You can't untie the knots of loneliness.
You just sit there. Not even on your phone. Staring at the ceiling. Nothing happening. No texts.
So you just lay there like a bird in its cage. Like a person tied to a bed. Trying to untie the knots of loneliness.
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Music On, World Off
PoetryIdk what to say about these poems. They mean so much to me but most of them don't represent me anymore.
