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Alone
December 18, 2015
I don't remember what it feels like to go outside.
I hide,
In the comfort of my own dark room.
The blankets and pillows are my only friends.
I listen outside my door.
There is a family.
Laughing,
Talking,
Playing,
my family.
But i'm not one of them
not anymore.
I don't want to leave the comforting silence of my own thoughts.
I've lost connection
I've lost the plot
But in the end i don't really mind.
© Matt F., Pierz, MN
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