There is something happening, and I do not know what it is.
The things that used to surround me are slipping away.
The trees are no longer listening.
The wind has stop singing.
I have nothing.
I do not know what I did wrong.
My life used to be okay, and sometimes great.
Now it is just grey.
My friends are no longer here, and my family I let disappear.
I always wanted to be alone.
Now that I am, all I want to do is just go home.
I said I would never come back, now my heart is making me want it.
The love never used to be there, but the silence of being alone is frighting.
I am slowing turning into the person I once feared.
I cannot say their name because it will ring true to death ears.
To be alone does not mean you are lonely.
I am both, and that is not where I want to be.
I need to be free, yet all I want to be is alone and lonely.