I'm scared to get close.
I used to think that the worst thing in life
was to end up alone.
It's not.
The worst thing in life
is to end up with
the person
who makes you feel alone.
and
I hate being alone.
I long to that feeling,
to not feel at all.
The higher I get,
the lower I'll sink.

I ******* drown my demons,
they know how to swim.

I can't breathe
Let me breathe
There isn't air anymore
I can't breathe
No one hears me
I have such soft screams
But I'm still screaming
I'm still a person
I think I should stop
That's my problem
I never know when to stop
Why can't I make decisions
Sure I'll do that since you suggested it
Who am I?
I am the walrus
Yup I'm gone
And it's so late
remember when we use to stay up all night
I think about that all the time
I can't get back on my schedule
I need to just let it go
But I can't
How many sunrises did we watch together
How many cigarettes did we smoke
How much closer were we
to each other
to death
And now I've run out of air
Maybe that's why we didn't sleep
Because we knew our time was numbered
You say you saw this coming
I really didn't to everyone's dismay
I thought I was making a choice
And then I couldn't do it
But I couldn't do it now either
I can't keep jumping person to person
You both should have left
I wanted that
But I'm afraid to be alone
I'm afraid of myself
And I'm afraid of the dark
silence is my biggest fear
And my farthest goal
I miss my clocks
I miss cat
And I miss you
I can't believe I don't remember what you smell like anymore
That's ****** up
Can I smell you
or is that a no
I'm suppose to be learning how to read social cues from people now
I can't only have one emotion they said
More like all of them combined
I think I've lost it
Dude you broke me
But its okay
I like this
Broken means I don't have to worry about breaking
Maybe you were right
It wouldn't be the first time

Not a single thing is born to be alone
Just so we are clear
And if you're by your lonesome now
You will find someone dear

I saw her from a distance
observing quietly
unassuming and innocent.
Not a sound or
even a verbal cue.
A shadow amongst others
fading in the background
quiet and still.
All seeing, all knowing,
yet not seen or known.
She savored solitude, seclusion.
Gazing over, eyes lock.
A prompt stare at her feet.
Slyly, strategically, stealthily,
I make my move
through the mass,
an over populated room
of senseless chatter.
Drawing nearer to the
lovely, lone, lady leaning
against the brick wall,
the ways finally part.
Much to my chagrin,
she’s vanished without
even a faint whisper.
Until we meet again.

Perhaps I wasn't made for anyone,
Perhaps I was made to stay alone,
With my thoughts,
And my words,
But perhaps,
On a better side of things,
Perhaps,
I was made for myself.

It's better anytime                                                                                                   To be with people,but                                                                                            Not at all times                                                                                                        Simply because one needs                                                                                     To take one's soul into                                                                                            Its hideout anytime ...                                                                                            One thinks that he can stay                                                                                   With people hand in hand ,but                                                                             One discovers things go the opposite direction ...                                                 To be alone means                                                                                              To be with oneself for some time                                                                     Away from people                                                                                            For certain reasons ...                                                                                         Calmness and loneliness are pretty words                                                     When other life's term                                                                                       Shut down anytime ...                                                                                        People are so difficult in bringing someone down,so                                   One greatly looks for loneliness                                                                       As a pretty way towards sublimity ...                                                              That's the lone life that one                                                                               Looks for as a haven...                                                                                      Loneliness searches for lone people to have them                                        Under its armpit .

Caught a whisper echoing
Down a bleak corridor
Turned, expecting to see you there
See your face smiling back at me
Sharing somebody's old joke
And we’d laugh out loud at the silliness
But all I caught was a fleeting memory
A glimpse of our yesterday
A moment of happiness, shared
A stab of icy pain
Deep within the heart
Drags the austere reality,
Back to this moment
Forcing me to see I am alone
Staring down a long desolate corridor
For you are gone, far beyond reach