Upon a Time Behind Her Eyes

I'm alone. I want to be left alone. I want nothing more than to be placed in a disgustingly quiet shell with dark walls and little comfort. As long as a window lights the room with the mystic shadows of grey rain, for only the rain can soothe my increasingly neurotic and sociopathic thoughts. I want nothing more than to sing with the silence as my heart screams the melodies and my soul beckons to be set free. The utter disappointment dawns onto me as I realize I am destined and doomed to a life of noise and rapid discomfort. Am I insane or are the mad ones really the people that don't understand me. Those who degrade me and underestimate me. Those that made me believe there was something truly wrong with me.

Never had I thought to look forward to something as cold as a shell with little light. Never would I have imagined how sick I would get from the company of others. How much I just want to scream and kick... And cry. Yes, I want to cry. I want someone to hold me and tell me it'll all be okay, everything is okay, as I sob into their arms. Never would I have thought myself as one to cry, but the overwhelming feeling of unfathomable sadness plagues me to the very core. Why? I don't know. When will it stop? Never. If only life were as simple as people make it seem. Waking up and falling asleep. But after I awaken from my restless slumber, my mind starts to bother me. My skin starts to crawl at the sight of my own flesh. My hair starts to stand at the sound of my own voice. The mirrors end up broken, the sheets end up wrinkled and thrown everywhere, all until I rest my head for another nights sleep, which brings my mind to my own demise and how much I long for it.