No where to go or people to turn to,
Darkness and emptiness are my only friends.
Introverted, i wish my shell could be melted,my sorrows drowns my imagination causing my demons to be restless.
Socialising and being friends with people for me is helpless,it's easy coming from me because I've never felt it.
My mind becomes this big monster,pitching images of how the world is cruel,and i would burn every last thing if my imagination wasn't the only fuel.
My shell is hard to crack,my heart is easy to break,my skin feels like falling off whenever I'm in public space.
My tongue tries to hang every word that tries to escape my mouth,the nervousness of my bones makes my hair wanna fall out.
My heart becomes enemy with the air of my lungs,my skin shift its shape, is this a nervous breakdown?
The tremble of my posture can cause an earthquake,the shyness within captures all the deep breathes i take.
I wish i could stay home cocooned in my bed singing songs that appeals to my inner self ,not feeling the sun brushing against my skin or seeing loquacious people with all their talking.
