If I was just lonely
I'd just read a book
In the web of woven stories
I'd let my heart dip.
But its more than that
Its how now,
the words don't make sense.
How reading became a chore.
something that used to relieve,
Is now no more a happy home


If I was just lonely,
I'd simply play the beats,
And let the rythm take me,
Into a soothing scene.
But its more than that.
Its how the music has turned into noise
How the vivid melodies, now seems like a screaming voice.

If I was just lonely,
I'd let my dance talk
In tempos of twirls
I'd let my soul waltz.
But its far more than that
Its how my body seems tired,
exhausted beyond means.
How nothing makes sense,
while my inside screams.
Its how I want to have someone,
And none at the same time.
Its how I wish I never lived
While, Never wanting to die.

© she_writes