Wrenching at my chest
wishing for an outlet.
Let me out, get it out
try to keep my mind set...
What I said, I don't remember.
I'm alone no matter where I am or who I'm with.
Can't get through to me,
can you?
Can't penetrate these walls.
Dig like bugs into my skin,
it crawls.
Wrenching at my chest
and screaming at myself.
Realising that it's my fault
that I have no one else.
I am still alone
as you relate .
Anticipate disappointment
as my mental state.
Alone by choice
but not on purpose.
scratching at my face
my thoughts resurface.
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