Sitting Home

Sitting alone in the dark,

writing letters to those i love.











Everything i never said,

everything i needed to say.







So much i left unsaid,

i let go in those letters or try to anyways.



















Alone in the darkness,

is all i am.







It's all i'll ever be,

not where i wish to be at all.







But,

i can't change this on my own.







And,

no-one is here to save me.













Not that i deserve it,

not that anyone would want to.







So here i sit,

traped in the darkness.







Where i belong,

but don't.