LouisChaplan

I Am  dead. You weren't mine. You   were   an   illusion, Darkness shining like an eclipse. I    am    alive    but    not    living. My  dream  was  a  nightmare; Our  flame  was  frozen. Will     death     be my rejuvenating release?

Being surrounded by people Can often mean nothing to thee, If being surrounded by people Doesn't fill the space that's empty. You're not ever seen; You don't even matter. You're alive, but not living. Your world is shattered. The few who ask To fill that spot, You still don't allow, To give you all they've got. You want to be full, You don't let them fill. What is it you want, What is it you will?