I'm here again. Returned to this room..
A room of nothing. Of cruel, empty nothingness..
There is no music here and no birds to sing.
Just my struggling breath and my echoing screams.
I am alone here. Always alone.
Perhaps if you were here we could dream ourselves away,
But all I can think of is tragedy, distress and pain.
And all I can feel is the cold touch of the hard floor.
All I want is another person. Someone to sit with. To look at. To talk to.
Someone to hold me.
I am alone
But I do not want to be
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