No one knows the feeling,
Of being just like me, Nausea; Head is reeling,
Wishing I didn’t see,
What they all look at.
And what they talk about,
Longing to escape from that,
Willing to block them out.
Friends are dying one by one,
Sitting all alone.
Taking it as they make fun.
Searching for a home.
I always try to close my eyes,
To block out what they said.
But it seems that every time I try,
I see the monsters in my head.
When I’m awake I’m all alone.
At night I am attacked.
The beasts always have known,
How I fear to turn my back.
Yet maybe I am incorrect.
Perhaps I am not condemned.
But if there are more, as I suspect,
Why can I not find them?
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