I never can be alone
This dorm room is a revolving door
When my phone lights up
Anxiety fills
Just leave me alone.

Even while asleep
I am being woken by the
Bodies that fill this small space
I am forced to live in.

The pointless conversations are nauseating.
Listening to their voices
Imagining I am elsewhere.

Can they not tell I just want to be in solitude?
I cannot act bothered.
My empathy for their problems
Is killing me slowly
So draining.

They have written my death already.
Just by nagging someone who is
Just too fragile.
But I will continue to be there for them.
If they only knew what went through my head…
I know they would be there for me.

So lend a hand.

She was *******
a pair
of earphones,

in hopes that
feelings
could be drowned out

by some

beating
on her ear drums,

or some

smacking
of her thighs.

I begin to hate it when someone is too much talkative
I like my silence, I like my calm, my own peace
I need to be alone, to stay alone
And it’s starting to irritate me, I hate those  people
when they begin to see how I feel
And I hate it.

I want to stay the smiley one, the girl with a happy face
But I don’t want people to disturb me in these times
I like my own little world that nobody else can see
I just want to be me

Hide
And go seek
Into a world of wonder
Beyond the capacity of your imagination

Fall deeper
And deeper
Until you can't feel a thing
And your lungs are heavy

You're out of breath
You're out of your mind

You're slipping in
You're underneath
Your heart echoes a smile
That only you can comprehend

Pretty odd
Pretty fascinating

If you asked me what I thought
Of this mess we're in
I would say,
With a complete smile and every good intention

What a wonderful time to be alive.

Ive spent time alone
Ive spent time with others
Ive found that I prefer the former
Though a little of the latter reminds me of it

Mocking me, I
Stare with complete
Rage.
Quiet still.
Faces diamond like
Frozen and sentient
Biting fingertips
And kissing ***
Cigarettes are your
Sighs
Teeth exposed for
Attitude.
Eyes frail, eyelashes
Extended to heaven.
Ecstasy is natural.
Reflection becomes the
Days puddles form on
Rainy days

I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
by panel and plan

Significant thought
to trivial task,
I find myself missing
that which I've hatched

Impromptu I can do,
in scrutinies stare,
replayed ad infinitum
pretend I don't care

When waiting has waited
and I dare to break free,
will the watcher be waiting
or will I be free?