Imagination Isolation

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

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

I donít think they can be missed
When I know they donít really exist
Theyíre locked in a white room
Youíll never know them like I do
I like to live in the in between
Even though itís a dead end street

Living in altered time
Iím still too afraid to die
Watching strangers without heads
Theyíll be my new fake faceless friends
I try to remember they have their own lives
Though I fear theyíll 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
Iíll come out of my shell eventually
I donít know who I am
But Iím not a fucking turtle
Written by QuietlyOutspoken
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