Silence fills my room.
Nobody's home except for me, my abandonment issues kill me for tonight.
But, the dreary silence is some-what comforting.
The achy loneliness is safe.
The lonesome thoughts that fill my head are the only things eating me alive.
The painful memories, the heart breaking depression is the only thing tearing me apart.
This sorrow is slowly becoming my happiness
This pain is slowly becoming my normal.
As these thoughts continue my smile gets bigger, but I think to myself...
None of it is real.
This silence is sinister, slowly eating me away, yanking out my heart.
My happiness is hopeless, my heart is slowly stopping.
I'm done, sick of this.
I drift off to sleep, hopefully I'll stay that way and it'll put an end to all this suffering.
