When the world around me is up,
I hear the people talking and walking,
The honking of vehicles,
The clinking of utensils and rattling of plates,
The ticking of clocks,
The ringing of bells,
The zooming of aeroplanes,
And all the other commotion.
I feel like I'm not isolated,
That I have people around me.But when the world goes quite,
When it's just me at twelve AM
Sitting at my table,
Listening to the whooshing of air
And the rustling of leaves,
It hits me,
"Fuck I'm lonely."
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...