No answers are in sight. Maybe
one person is able. Maybe one
can explain or give reason. But how can I rely on someone to
rescue me when I can't reveal anything about
me?
Being alone is something I am accustomed to.
Alone is solitude. Is peaceful.
Is safe. No one can hurt you when you're alone. No one is trying to drive you into
killing and harming your own body. When I'm alone it's just
me and my thoughts.
The time I spend surrounded by the human race is bland. The world
world flys by in saddening hues. It
is very lonely when all you see is
gray.
I watch the people swarm around me like mosquitoes. They don't appear to
suffer. They look happy and content and identical
in their lives and looks. I never hear
silence when I am arround people.
YOU ARE READING
The Falling Droplets
PoetryJust depression about the world and stuff ^-^ (I don't own the picture on the the cover)
