To be
Alive
Is to be
Alone.
I am in my
Head alone
with the dark shadows
Chasing.
My only
Company.
I live in
Distractions,
Reaching out
to nothing.
Air surrounds
Me,
But I can't
Breathe
trapped inside
my mind,
can someone open...
This jar of pickles?
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A Pickle
To be
Alive
Is to be
Alone.
I am in my
Head alone
with the dark shadows
Chasing.
My only
Company.
I live in
Distractions,
Reaching out
to nothing.
Air surrounds
Me,
But I can't
Breathe
trapped inside
my mind,
can someone open...
This jar of pickles?