It feels like I don't have anyone I can open up to,
Or rather as if no one would care much if I did.
And I guess that *****
The loneliness.
My trust circle was small enough to begin with,
Some I pushed away,
Only to come back and realise they're doing much better without me;
Others I grew gradually apart from,
As they moved into new paths of their lives.
So now my path is solitary,
No friendly torches to help light the way,
And my own flame is flickering,
Ready to give up,
The shadows getting larger the more it diminishes,
The way ahead shrouded in more darkness.
I fear it'll go out,
I fear I'll give up,
I fear the blackness,
I fear the end,
When it swallows me whole.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
It feels like I don't have anyone I can open up to,
Or rather as if no one would care much if I did.
And I guess that *****
The loneliness.
My trust circle was small enough to begin with,
Some I pushed away,
Only to come back and realise they're doing much better without me;
Others I grew gradually apart from,
As they moved into new paths of their lives.
So now my path is solitary,
No friendly torches to help light the way,
And my own flame is flickering,
Ready to give up,
The shadows getting larger the more it diminishes,
The way ahead shrouded in more darkness.
I fear it'll go out,
I fear I'll give up,
I fear the blackness,
I fear the end,
When it swallows me whole.
