Underneath the ribs, just above my lungs, there is a dark room with no light. It’s cold there, the phone is off it’s hook. There is not a dry eye in the house.
Everybody has gone to sleep, and i’m all alone here to recite all the lines, you used to love.
Stuck in my head with wandering thoughts is why i feel alone. I realize youth is fleeting and death is all that is certain, but you certainly could’ve told me to let go of all the pain and fear. It rots me from the inside out.
Hate is all i feel. I’m angry all of the time.
I feel as if the light was let out of my life.
After a while you start to see the world for what it really is. You try to find who you are. You used to know.