As flies buzzing around rotting flesh,
the sound of loneliness remains.
Incessantly,
surrounding me.
Alone.
Afraid of everything.
Afraid of myself
and the thoughts inside my head.
Afraid of being alone and afraid of not being alone.
A constant paradox which I can't rid myself of
People hurt you.
expectations hurt you.
There is a scream trapped in my throat.
A scream for help,
scared of coming out.
Better off kept away, safe from the world,
as its owner suffers in silence.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
As flies buzzing around rotting flesh,
the sound of loneliness remains.
Incessantly,
surrounding me.
Alone.
Afraid of everything.
Afraid of myself
and the thoughts inside my head.
Afraid of being alone and afraid of not being alone.
A constant paradox which I can't rid myself of
People hurt you.
expectations hurt you.
There is a scream trapped in my throat.
A scream for help,
scared of coming out.
Better off kept away, safe from the world,
as its owner suffers in silence.
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