I think about the
word alone
Not really feeling alone
but being alone
It’s like the fear of death
just slowly carling up your neck
It impossible to escape
the darkness that it makes
I wonder if happiness is a thing
for people like me
Cause I don’t stop think about
the indispensable thing
That’s a constant ring like
birds in bight morning
I always wonder if I am going to be alone when I get older and
that happiness is something that you can find. But I feel that I may have found it but I I just don’t really know if things will happen