Being alone is one of the hardest things to be.
You have nowhere to run to, no shoulder to cry on.
Bottled up emotions and memories longing to be set free
But with no one to listen, the cage remains locked.
Although constantly surrounded by people strutting the halls
you feel as though you live in an empty world.
Left to fend for yourself, you find nearly no comfort, no solace.
Your only sense of belonging seems to be behind closed doors
in seclusion of the world that forgot you were there.
Feeling so much anger you consider an “easy way out,”
but it only leaves more scars on your body and wounded mind.
It seems as though you will never have someone to truly understand,
and you quickly learn that being alone is one of the hardest things to be.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
Being alone is one of the hardest things to be.
You have nowhere to run to, no shoulder to cry on.
Bottled up emotions and memories longing to be set free
But with no one to listen, the cage remains locked.
Although constantly surrounded by people strutting the halls
you feel as though you live in an empty world.
Left to fend for yourself, you find nearly no comfort, no solace.
Your only sense of belonging seems to be behind closed doors
in seclusion of the world that forgot you were there.
Feeling so much anger you consider an “easy way out,”
but it only leaves more scars on your body and wounded mind.
It seems as though you will never have someone to truly understand,
and you quickly learn that being alone is one of the hardest things to be.
Based on the novel "Speak"
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