Imagination Isolation

Laying under falling clouds
Filled with sadness over the rain
Maybe I’ve gone insane
Trying to see tomorrow
But I’m staring at the sun
An attempt to find someone
Because maybe then I’ll be ok
And stop thinking about yesterday

Hands gripping metal chains
For hours everyday
Twisting my memories
Making up a new history

I don’t think they can be missed
When I know they don’t really exist
They’re locked in a white room
You’ll never know them like I do
I like to live in the in between
Even though it’s a dead end street

Living in altered time
I’m still too afraid to die
Watching strangers without heads
They’ll be my new fake faceless friends
I try to remember they have their own lives
Though I fear they’ll disappear
Like everyone who led me here

I had good intentions
But it was still a bad decision
To create a fake reality
To stop feeling lonely
I still hear her telling me
I’ll come out of my shell eventually
I don’t know who I am
But I’m not a fucking turtle