Poem (2) - In this thing alone

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I’m an auditorium with no one in the seats

I’m the speaker on the stage with no one to listen

No one there to hear what i have to say

No one there to care

But then again… why should they

Why should they have to sit in those empty seats

Just to get to know me

Sure i got a crew but that shit don’t matter to you

No one cares what i’m going through

All that matters to them is the scoop

The news, the gossip

I’m in this thing alone like i always have been

But maybe i need some one to chime in and maybe i need someone to step in line and ask me whats going on

Are you ok

Is everything alright

Maybe i need someone to fill in the seats in my empty auditorium maybe I need to know i'm not alone. Maybe I need someone to speak up and help me. Maybe I need someone to understand.

To understand me understand the things i’m going through

I feel like a fish drowning in water

Drowning in sorrow and regret

No one to save me

Or grab me out this miserable sea of tears

I’ll just keep drifting and drifting until i drift so far away

i completely vanish from existence

But maybe i want to vanish

Maybe its the best thing to do

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