Alone

As I walk into this new world I find myself at a stand still. Like a child, when things aren’t looking right I clutch on to the closest person to me and stand still. Frighten, unaware of what could and what can never. I cry harder this time around because I have this feeling of a new low and it seems forever. 

I may never know how to get out. I may never want to get out. I tell stories of feelings I know best. I take medicine to sleep and still feel like I can never truly rest. 

No rest for the wicked they say. I guess to realize I’m wicked this is the day. I try to find love in anybody, not realizing that I have nobody or that I’m a nobody. I’ve pushed everyone away, it’s not a good thing. It was for a rebirth but to rebirth you have to die, for that I did anything. 

I only hurt myself cutting you from me. Then expected for wounds to heal rapidly. Tragic, the mess I made was a tragedy. I am no longer a masterpiece but a master broke into pieces, now a walking catastrophe. 

I’d sing a note or two. To get rid my thoughts of you. And with every note I broke and cried, but then broken through. I don’t feel as strong as I did, I was only weak for you. I’ll be like this for another week or so. For those weeks to come I’ll still..........be..........alone.