shatteredstaring at the stars at nighttell me your story,I'll make it alrightbroken and tattered,its hard to piece yourself back together,when you're completely shatteredyou were abused and neglectedbut when I look at youyour pretty face doesn't reflect itI can promise you that one dayyour endless, hurtful nightsand all your pain, will go away
solitude - n. the state of being alonesometimes i'll go out of my way to get up a few hours earlier or stayup just a bit longer just to enjoy the silence. and i know some people striveto talk or communicate, but as for me, well i do just the opposite. sometimesi'll lay on the floor or look out the window and count all the carpet's hairsor look for subtle movements in the trees. it's funny; as much as i fearbeing alone, and as much as it depresses me, i also take time to appreciate it.for it is when i am alone that my best thinking occurs, whether it's in thedead of the night, sitting on top of the car outside, numbering the stars,or if it's curled up in my room with the curtains closed mid-afternoon,longing for sleep. i cant explain the feeling, but to put it simply,being alone is bliss.
insomniaI lie stillShut my eyesDistract myselfTry to clear my mindI long for sleepMy eyes are heavyI am ready to dozeBut slumber does not come.Thoughts like apparitionsCloud and cover my mindThey keep me alertI'm always awakeInsomnia leave me beIt's been a long dayYet you persistAnd keep sleep awayI'll shut my eyesAnd think for a whileLie still once againAnd try to sleep