Pitch black

No sound or air

Drowning in nothingness

Wishing someone would come 

Just sit with you for awhile

But no one ever comes

Day in & Day out

You sit in that dark desolate room

Just hoping and wishing for someone

But then you finally realize

No one’s opening the door

No one’s ever going to even try

So you become hopeless

You decide you're forever going to stay in darkness

And no one can fathom how it feels to be alone without air

No one cares to understand

So you decide to become a figment of imagination

And you mold into the darkness

Becoming one

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