Alone I drag my long, brittle fingers Across the oak surface in hope That i will feel something for the First time in what felt like my entire #life The silence of the room is Bitter and haunting as i inhale The same dusty air that has surrounded me For too many moments Too many mkments i spend awake staring at The blank ceiling which illustrates The emptiness of my existance The pathetic excuse of a #life that i live Stop the world from spinning Only for a moment so i can readjust To the conditions of being alone And begin again in understanding that it is okay to feel nothing Shut the curtains, allow no light Trap the water in the sink so i can see my reflection And look myself in the eye in order to realise Who i am in a world where i am alone
