Loneliness.
Things are so quiet. I hear all the noises I don't usually notice. Like I'm in a very subtle movie, a movie that I would get bored watching. But it's not boring.
Once I cried, as I pulled on my hair and pressed my head against the kitchen cabinet, "Ah, this life! It just keeps going and going!" Like a bad dream, one of the ones you can't wake up from.
In a sense, I've chained myself to this particular life, this particular form of deja vu. I am so lonely. I am so lonely. But every time I think to call someone, I stop. Because...well, it's different in every case. Because they'd only depress me further. Because they already know too much. Because I'd get too attached. Because I'm already too attached. Because they're not real.
I place all my hopes on one person, one person at a time. And when they get close enough so that they begin to understand what I'm going through, they leave. Company doesn't love misery back.
The shadow on the wall looks like the shadow of a normal person. I search the face in the mirror for any clue. What is wrong? Why doesn't this piece fit with all the others?
Once I cried, as I pulled on my hair and pressed my head against the kitchen cabinet, "Ah, this life! It just keeps going and going!" Like a bad dream, one of the ones you can't wake up from.
In a sense, I've chained myself to this particular life, this particular form of deja vu. I am so lonely. I am so lonely. But every time I think to call someone, I stop. Because...well, it's different in every case. Because they'd only depress me further. Because they already know too much. Because I'd get too attached. Because I'm already too attached. Because they're not real.
I place all my hopes on one person, one person at a time. And when they get close enough so that they begin to understand what I'm going through, they leave. Company doesn't love misery back.
The shadow on the wall looks like the shadow of a normal person. I search the face in the mirror for any clue. What is wrong? Why doesn't this piece fit with all the others?