Cease to believe the words spoken to me. The walls aren’t closing in; I’m unable to fit. The world is looking at me and I’m looking away. I long to be in his embrace, yet I don’t know his name, I’ve yet to meet him. She towers over me; I want to trample her under my feet.
I want to be alone. I want someone to love me. I want to be free. My heart has been ripped from my body and thrown halfway across the world. I have no one to call my own. I’m sweetly and softly and seductively embraced by painful lonely solitude, a grip I cannot be released from. One I never want to.