I'm alone and it's different here..
Creative thoughts sneak up on me.
Looking around I glance at the night,
it's entirely black here and I can't see.
My lungs can't take in this heavy air,
so I am suffocating as well as scared.
Walking around is a useless task,
I keep wandering past all the memories I've shared.
So what do I do now that I am all alone,
I never knew it was so confusing  inside my mind..
What do I do now that I've been deserted,
all my friends have left me, aren't they kind?
I try to get past any bad images that are forming,
forming right before my own eyes.
Are they real or are they fake?
And will I have to listen also to their goodbyes?
What do normal humans do when all else fails,
and they're alone with no one around?
Do they cry or do they laugh,
are they shattered or are they bound?
Do they insult themselves or thoughs who left,
are they going to cover up and hide or will they go insane?
What do normals humans do when they reach their limit,
and they can't even take the slightest pain?
Being alone is not my idea of  Heaven,
and it's not my idea of hell.
Being alone is something so much more...
It's living inside of a shell.
There has to be a reason,
and only one can ask.
What did I do to deserve this treatment?
How long will it last?
06/09/2004