Lonely Stanzas

I have no relief from a future full of ghosts I cant find release though I long for it the most

these chains are my leash I feel every bit like a dog I just want to leave how long is this fall?

I'm struggling believe me writing hasn't worked lately I hope those that I have wont leave me the free world has so many that can replace me

I've succumbed to the depths of a barrel in need of a bottle in need of some dialogue, not another follow full of wholesome words I swallow I'm still hollow...

I'm still hollow... I feel shallow... i will wallow... in pill bottles...

I feel I try to build and heal yet still whats veiled is I will follow

that same darkness I'm so cold I find warmth in company distance is frigid

lonely as echoes no one answers I know so many they forget a lot, or forget about me

whats the point of tentacles if I cant reach out grab and hold onto something prison has kept me closely distant communication keeps me distantly close I choose the middle

wont know if it'll help or change a thing oh well, I rather have it though I still cant get it it's so close now that its less comfort and more torture

I don't know what any of this means but, misery loves company only so that it cant be misery no longer, right?