We're alone
Always alone
Sure there's some people around, but does that actually relieve your loneliness?
Stuck in your person
Trapped inside a skull
Stuck, you can't get out
You can't sound it out, only in sleep.
Can you honestly voice the monsters in your mind?
Probably not
You have to leave them caged up there
Taunting you to let them out
Using all your life to hold it down
Slowly rotting you inside to out
Are we truly ever in the company of another?
Maybe, but not at all after the fact
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Aiyana DeNoyelles
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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