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967 by Matto.

Published on December 4, 2015

Always alone with my thoughts
Sometimes alone even when not.

Dancing along the line
Leaning over the edge
Aware of the height.

Water in the microwave is boiling
I just realize I used too much time.

One foot after the other
Looking through windows
Watching assumed safety.

Loved ones around me rally support
I must smile, accept, and continue.

Creak in the floorboards
Hoping not to wake anyone
Darkness absorbing sound.

Held together with strings and thread
Ripping and tearing along the seams.

Sitting in the quiet
Reins held over emotions
Folding my hands.

Smooth breath comes way too hard
The world spins along beneath me.

Dreading a mis-step
I can no longer see my path
Blinded by darkness.

Always alone with my thoughts
Recently alone – even when not.