that thing we call alone

The world has moved on
and you donít have time for me anymore
no one has any time for me anymore

The more I need it, the more I need you
the more I need not to feel so desperately alone
the more the walls cave in around me
until only a flicker of sunshine radiates
from a peek-a-boo corner
and I wait for this midnight summer to end

The days are getting colder
and I can feel the chill seep into my marrow
into my subconscious where I dream of dying
a violent death
at the hands of men I donít know

The world is moving on
and Iím not moving with it
so instead I wait for sleep
to dream of conversations
weíll never have
and men that want me dead

Itís too easy to be alone

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2012
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