Solitude.

Solitude doesn’t ask what’s wrong, She lets me be. She doesn’t reach out, Or hold me when I’m down. When emotions get the better of me, And I’m left in a puddle of my never ending tears, I don’t feel solitude looking at me through pitiful eyes. She doesn’t pat my back like they do …

Desensitised.

I close my eyes so my body can feel, Shut my heart so my mind can process, Bitter truths my stomach cannot digest. If this wasn’t me, it would be someone else, Somewhere else, maybe something else. So I draw the blinds shut and kill the switches, It’s impossible to think while engulfing all these …