this loneliness will consume me
swallow me as a whole
until all i am left with is
burning ashes of myself, existing all alone
i say i'm fine
its alright
until its 11pm and i'm sobbing on the way home
contemplating on whether i can go back
and face being all alone
i find these thoughts hidden in unread books and unheard words
no matter where i run or conceal
it keeps lingering around like dust
half-written poems, long-paused clauses
eyes filled with transparent tears and misaligned fears
these overwhelm me to the point where
i end up unknowingly staring at the stars
feeling as if my life is something i'm witnessing from afar
i can't be the only one going through this
because it does seem like it
like the whole world is going on smoothly
while my days are on freeze
