I like being alone.
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely.
basically.
A Mirror Looking Back
A poem by my lovely:
My bad memories are like a mirror looking back.You reap like the devil inside of me.Seeing what I see,knowing what I know and you just won’t leave me alone.I no longer want to die but the thought still remains.You hide in my thoughts safe inside.Your in my closet waiting for me to open the door.I hear the noises,the voices and the cries.I am the silhouette of your shadow darkening the wall.Letting go of my problems and letting them fall.Your in my dreams why can’t you just leave? You ruined my life,ruined my everything and I just can’t seem to heal.The memories the things that made me dark are a mirror looking back at me.It is the reflection of the past.Mirrored in my life forever.It won’t last forever I will soon have the strength to put them away.While it waits to come out for just one more day.It lurks in the night pulling me deeper and deeper into the dark.I can’t cry of help and I can’t be saved.It is the devil inside of me no longer wanting to hide.My soul is his it reaps like a demon haunting me.I am starving for affection,starving for pain and starving for blood.I pray these things will soon leave but I fear I would be completely lost before it goes.Those reflections are all I see when I look in the mirror.It is a mirror looking back at me.
