Some tell me I'm not alone
Sometimes it's true
Others it's not
Sometimes I try to believe it
But when I'm sitting there at night in my room
Watching as the shadows dance around on the walls
There's this sinking feeling in my chest
And this monster called thoughts tarring around in my head
And while I'm laying in bed where I should feel warm and cozy
All there is is sadness and cold
And when I sit up to look around the room to find someone to help get out of those feelings
There's only me
And that to me my friend
Is being alone
YOU ARE READING
Why so blue?
AcakMight be poetry might be short stories might be random thoughts. Depends on the day. I'll try to post at least one a day. Enjoy.
