Standing here
I'm an island surrounded by a sea of people
I see so many beings, but no escape
And once again, I am enclosed in my own solitude
I hear their chatter, their laughter
I try to find peace and comfort in myself
Since I'm all I've got in the end
And I wish I was invisible
Or that I was never here
Because when I am surrounded by people
Is when I feel most alone
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Where the Ink Runs Dry
PuisiJust a collection of poems I have written. I won't stop writing until the ink runs dry. © Copyright of crazyhoran_93 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permissi...
