• You feel cold, lifeless, almost....dead.
    You sit alone in the dark letting the tears roll down your face
    And the blood drip from your wrists.
    No one knows where you are, nor do they give a damn
    To where you are.
    The room is dark, no windows, one door.
    But the door is locked. No, not from the inside
    But from the outside.
    On the outside you hear laughter and sense
    Warmth and joy. But on the inside you hear
    The sound of muffled cries and would sense
    Cold and Sorrow. You whisper to yourself,
    "So this is what it feels like to be....

    Alone."