staring off into space,
i think to myself..
do i have a place?
my mind is engulfed,
with the thoughts
of never fitting in..

the wind stills,
my heart hurts,
my head spins,
butterflies everywhere.
32 degrees is the temperature at which water freezes.
but to what extent does the heart break?

loneliness came without an invite.
loneliness came with a key.
loneliness came and took everything away.
my happiness being its priority.
loneliness came in waves,
and tonight i can barley stay a float.
i start to draw a picture,
with a blade, on my wrist.
loneliness decided to invite a friend to stay a while,
despair was his name.
he came suddenly,
yet i already knew he was there.
my head is pounding,
and the drum is too offbeat,
I've been so tired lately,
and not from a lack of sleep.
but from a lack of hope,
and a will to live.
loneliness came without an invite,
but then again..
doesn't it always?