We sit in silence
There is nothing to say.
We're all too busy inside our own heads;
We're all trying to keep our demons away.
No one wants to be here
But we don't want to be alone.
Still, little compares to that cut-off feeling
Withdrawals they have without the internet
Or a phone.
No one can say anything
They would if there was a way.
But some, like me,
Keep paper and a pen
Because no one wants to hear
What we really have to say.
In these secrets we keep
We find what we share.
If no one knows who we truly are,
Then we belong nowhere.
© Copyright 2016 Coralie. All rights reserved.
Book / Fantasy
Poem / Horror
Poem / Other
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