I create my own destruction.
My very own hell.
Stuck in a world I feel lonely in,
But doing everything to make myself lonely.

Trapped inside myself,
I can’t seem to let anyone in.
They get close,
I get distant.

I’d rather sit at home alone,
Then commit to letting someone,
Who may actually care,
Sit beside me on the couch.

The thought of having another person,
Comfortable in my presence.
Wanting more from me than,
I am capable of ever giving.

I’m drowning.
I’m alone,
And in the end,
I do this to myself.

I’ve created a world,
In which I am miserable and lonely.
Where no one feels welcome,
And even I don’t want to be here.