Thoughts

Sitting in a room looking out, seeing nothing but white

Empty, alone, yet never alone

with all these thoughts

never alone with all these regrets and fears

Listening to a soft song with sad lyrics

Using music to feel when we can’t do it ourselves

Are we even alive if we can’t feel?

If we can’t love, hate, win, or lose without a song

To express how we feel about ourselves and others

But I understand

In this age, we would rather wallow in others' pain than lie in our own

And yet I can’t seem to express how I feel without a chorus or a tune in my head

keeping me off the edge